And they were pretty big! Or was it hishand that were smaller? Well at least the lady didn't have big nails. Hecould feel hair cascading from his head... Clear blonde. He hated blondehair, but his wife loved it so I guess she will love this, he thought. Hecouldn't see below his breasts so he sent a hand to search and felt asmall patch of hair above an unfamiliar slit. Touching it sent mixedsignals up his spine, so he decided to let it go for now.Exchange Island administration avoided mirrors. All that was important, but the next thing was critical. She supplied what I had never offered: a theme. It was sort of Versailles meets Night Gallery. Suddenly, everyone knew what he had to do. Justin disappeared into his work area, with every appearance of an all-nighter coming. Peter went to their image files and started pulling out samples. Once he had a dozen or so, he started a browser and was searching images of frames. He no longer noticed that anyone else was in the room. Soon Sheila. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," Poppy cried as she scrambled with her keys to unlock the car. "Take your head gear off," she said the moment she got in the car and unlocked the passenger door from the inside. Two cars had already left before Poppy had her key in the ignition, and the siren was much louder. She turned the key, and it didn't start.Jack, sweating profusely, leant over and pulled the choke out a little further, and she started the car, wheel-spinning her vehicle as it left the space it was. Feigning surprise, she stopped two steps into the office.“Oh, I’m terribly sorry. I thought you were not coming back until tomorrow.”“What do you want?” scowled Bill.“I have your mail but I can bring it back later” offered Rebecca.“Come on in and have a seat. I’m almost through. You’ve seen my cock before” barked Bill.Rebecca took a seat in the sofa on the side wall of the office. Bill returned back to pounding the tall, thin blond. Rebecca thought the twenty something girl was very attractive.