” “What are we getting?” “You'll see,” she laughed. The first thing she picked out was a video about transvestites having sex with me or wit... each other. Then she began looking at sex toys and I was starting to get a sinking feeling because she was looking at strap on dildos and I could just imagine what she was planning on doing with it. The one she finally decided upon was ten inches long and at least three inches around. Not only did the size concern me but it also came fully functional with. I tried to remember a mission, somesense of higher duty, some past connections, but things in my past werefading so fast. No, I had to get somewhere ... else. I had to call outto someone I knew, but who did I know, other than this woman and thosegypsies? I had things to do? I don't know? It all seemed so full ofanxiety, and then nothing; as if I were a bit schizoid. I did know,more and more, the main and most important desire to feel the weight ofthe woman's breasts. I want to make that. The sex therapist had a blue business suit laid out when she emerged. "This time, you're a sexratery. Doesn't that sound like fun?" Sure," Kathy said warily as she slipped on the black stockings.Kathy was pleased by the conservative young business woman that looked back at her from the room's full-length mirror.Mrs. Potter had pulled her hair up off her neck and added a pair of glasses to give her a more "serious" look.The short navy toreador-styled jacket framed her budding breasts which were. Her hands were exceptionally smooth, and her nails looked as if she spent much time at the nail studio. Even without makeup, her face was naturally beautiful, and she had taken great care of herself.I took the club soda, thanked her, and stepped back into my office. She followed offering, “Please let me make sure the stain comes out”.I responded, “great way to meet my neighbor”. With that exchange, we both burst out laughing.I poured the club soda on the towel and began rubbing the stain. After.