. waiting for me to choose who I could picture him to be.. somebody real, somebody I ought not to, somebody forbidden. My housemate’s fiance, a coll...ague from my office, my manager maybe, the fruitseller, the salesman, my doctor..I stuck with the image of Shamboo in his botanical garden. I was picking pace with my stroking. I put my housemate with him in my fantasy. She is about 27 years of age, her figure is quite elegant like a vase. Her complexion pale, her hair is long, straight and silky.. "We'd like the two of you to attend the Belize TRES Island Hotel's grand opening. Pierre, we think it would be advantageous for you to meet our executive chef, and Grace, the more you know about what we do the better you can do your job. We'll be leaving in two days with a two-day layover in L.A. We're sorry about the short notice."Pierre frowned. His thoughts told me the executive chef for the hotel might not want Pierre in his kitchen. The idea excited Grace, but she worried about her. Her short, thin fingers grasped desperately at the fabric, wanting to rip it from his skin and place her mouth on his perfect body. Urges were sent to her wettening tongue to lick him- to outline his form with the tip of her tongue and bathe the rest of his body with her spit as she sucked and bit him. The strong messages being sent to her willing mouth were making her mouth water, her aching cunt dripping juices as much as her mouth. He smirked at her cry and settled a hand on her slim wrist,. 'Come here', he ordered, and as I approached him he pulled a drawer open. I looked inside and it was full of sex toys, dildos, vibrators, balls, dongs and butt plugs, things I had never really thought off until now.'What,s this for'?I held up a jelly like spike, blue with sparkly flakes embedded. 'It's a Butt Plug', he said, noting the puzzled expression on my face, 'You shove it up your tight asshole', I loved the way he talked.'Here', I handed it to him, 'Shove it up my asshole', I ordered, I.