Complete ... disaster ... recovery."Ginger stepped back and nervously made her way back to her seat.Christina took up the dialogue."You know, Ginger, ...hen you made this appointment I did a bit of checking with my colleagues. Most told me you were a bimbo, a shameless flirt who used her sex appeal to get what she wanted." Ginger's face started to redden. "Then I spoke to Mr Robertson, a man I admire and whose opinion I respect. He told me you were indeed a very attractive young woman, but you. She's a very petite 5'2" and 105 lbs. and looks 20 but she's really in her late 40's and prides herself in her executive position with the company. (That's why she'll never accompany me to the nude beach nearby... she thinks somebody she knows would see her there, or vice versa.) When we're out-and-about on weekends, it's common for her to dress very casually. One time we went to an outdoor Blues Festival here and she wore her short bib-overalls, t-shirt, tennis shoes, baseball hat and. I slipped it out from the side of the panties and freed my balls. The plug continued to hum in my ass as I caressed my shaft and massaged my balls.Sir turned down the plug so that it was only barely vibrating as I fondled myself. I was moving and gently cooing as I continued to rub my rock hard cock. I began to slowly jerk off but intentionally stopped a few times because I could have cum after 20 seconds of masturbating.The faster I jerked the faster Sir turned up the plug. It was vibrating. “I’ll find something...” he spoke in a low appreciation.We were standing there, eyeing each other’s bodies, a sort of foreplay between us. Obviously we had seen each other naked, many times, but this was the first time we had taken the time to actually look each other over in a more clinical, appraising way, and it was building heat, in me, for certain, at being able to enjoy the masculinity standing before me, and at the same time, know I was being devoured optically by a man I appreciated..