Four hundred for a two week package." That's stiff, Rafe." Yeah, well, I have a lawyer to pay now, and the narcs are breathing down my neck. You wanna...cancel? No skin off my ass." No, no, I'll have the cash ready. When?" Lemme see, between one and two?" That's great. I'll be alone then. I'll see you."Karen felt a twinge of bad conscience for betraying her promise to Maureen but she really needed the stuff. Besides, nobody would know if she kept the dose low. Deirdre wouldn't be back from school. "Well, I have just the thing for you."The Old Man reached under the counter and brought out a rod made of somematerial that seemed to shimmer and glow in the darkness of the shop. Itwas about six and a half inches long and looked embarrassingly like a...well, like a body part Steve had lost in his transformation."Here. This will do the trick. Here's how it works. You hold it out,pointing straight in front of you, like this. And then you have yourfriend grasp the other end." You mean, like. When reaching her shaved pussy he slowly moves his hand on it, not pressing or rubbing it.“Well, that feels really nice.” he whispers in her ear, while his hand is still on her pussy.All of a sudden he pushes his middle finger inside her pussy. She is a little bit shocked by this action, but she is not allowed to deny anything. She looks at Eric again, but still nothing. He seems to allow it all and doesn't mind what is happening to his wife.The man keeps on fingering her pussy and she is. Oddly, we seemed so desperate when together, yet just as desperately we seemed to keep a distance. When Martha Jane was keeping her distance, in her own, enigmatic way, she would become clinical. Everything was tightly scheduled, planned in detail. Seldom did she make any exceptions. Many times she would tell me she was exhausted or physically ill or even lonesome and horny; but if a paper had to be finished, it had to be and that was that.That Saturday afternoon she was in her clinical,.