We get too many of those and I’m closed down. I can’t have that.”Time to play dumb. “What are you talking about?”“I’m talking about blow...jobs, cocks outside of pants, fucking ... don’t play stupid with me.”He knows more than I ever imagined. “If that’s what’s going on in the VIP room, I’m not the only one doing it,” I hissed. “Why am I here, why am I being singled out?”“I’m telling you, as well as all the other bitches out there, to be careful.”“You want men through the door and spending money,. . not as bad as I thought it would. "I mean, it's sort of stiff like a penis. But, then again, it isn't as stiff as I thought it would be. Amazingly, it's a lot more flexible than I ever suspected it would be..." "Yeah..." Gale thoughtfully agreed. "I wonder how they do that?" Always the more analytical one of two, Kelly thoughtfully replied, "I'm not exactly sure, but were I to hazard a guess, I would think that there must be some kind of gel or gelatin inside of the pliable molded outer. I moved my hands in an upward direction until they contacted his which made him move his up and away from mine. His hands were now on the skin of her exposed midriff and Cherry didn't flinch as he moved them off her hips to be more around her waist. We continued like this for another 30 seconds or so and when I moved in again I placed my hands on her hips which were now just below his forearms. His right arm was hidden from view beneath the bottom of her top ad his left arm remained in sight. Vic knew Karen would never suggest surgery for him, he was always this way. It's not that he was upset with his appearance, he just never cared what he looked like. He may have looked a bit shaggy in his suits, or a bit out of place, but he knew his job and knew it well. He always had confidence in his work and many of his peers envied his reputation which he also knew. Vic just never took any time to work on his appearance. He knew who he was, what he did, and that was that. Karen on.