There were four good-sized offices off the balcony. Each had a big window that looked out into the showroom area and each had a window to the shop. If...you were at a desk you wouldn't be able to see the showroom floor but the window would give you daylight and make the office less claustrophobic.The end office, nearest the stairway was pretty fancy. The first thing you realized was that it was considerably deeper than the other offices. I figured out that this office was over the old tool room. She also said she would like to pay him the best way she could think of?Mick as he was driving was confused too? She looked at him, finger in her mouth, looking like she was thinking of something? Then he felt her tiny hand on his trousers rubbing him up. Mick thought of that hand looking even smaller holding her boyfriends huge black dick earlier on his sofa.Mick has very bad erection problems and his dick tiny, is why I see hung black men myself. Sue had often asked me how come I have a black. “No touching. But you can look.”“Jesus,” he groaned, stopping at the corner. He pulled out his phone.It flashed.My pussy spasmed on my fingers. He took a picture of my tits. Of Clint’s hand squeezing my breast. My back arched. My head snapped back. A powerful explosion burst in the depths of my pussy. The friction of my fingers churned waves of rapture through my body.Flash!My seat creaked as I spasmed and gasped. I opened my lips, moaning in abject pleasure. Clint’s fingers found my nipple.. Really, you resistedless than most. It's like you really, really wanted your perfect bimbo tobe made real. You've fantasized about the girl you've become a lot,haven't you Traci?" I don't know," she said, then giggled, " I guess!" Ah, you know, I think I'm already being surprised by your choices," hesaid. "See, when I make a bimbo, she comes out dumb, but only incomparison to me. You came out dumb in comparison to a high school gymteacher. You're dumb as a brick, aren't you Traci."Traci giggled.