The bar will be masculine, with wood and frescoes on the wall. Persian rugs on the floor. I will have my smith make springs to insert into the seat an... back to give cushion to the chair.”Mary smiled and Fritz nodded. “So, you weren’t just daydreaming while we jabbered on. Let’s go talk to some furniture makers to see what they have and what we need to commission to be made.”All the back and forth made the actual purchasing and ordering go smoother and faster. A shipment of on hand furniture. 34G was the result. To this day I think they both knew when I got up to go to the restroom that it wasnt to take a piss. I often fantasize about the conversation the two of them may have had after I left to relieve myself. It usually results in my jerking off to the image of the fitting session ending in a lesbian encounter in the dressing room between my wife and the helpful lingerie saleslady. Another fantasy, for another time. With each clank of the chains against her tits Jens sly grin. Oh My GOD, nothing prepares a young man to see a mature woman on her bed, facing away, her head in her plush pillows, her bum cheeks pointing to heaven, her brunette trimmed slit stuffed with a whirling pink vibrator, reverberating at what I took to be maximum speed and her fingers through her legs stimulating her own pea sized really pink clitty. Talk about hot. She was flushed in sexual release. So close to a frickin intense orgasm. It was a compelling sight. It was boner inciting. My hard on. Although a pudgy salesman type, with a thick valise and venous nose, smiled broadly when he caught her eye. ‘Jack probably sat near the front so he could see me get on,’ she thought, and eased away from the bulbous nose. Each car had a smattering of people — some were couples and families, others just business travelers. But no Jack Crandall. No magnum cum laude smarty pants. The old cigar band felt strange on her finger and she fiddled with it. ‘I’m a silly dope for keeping this and wearing.