You just didn't know it," she grinned.My face must have been a question mark."I smelled like a horny woman and that's the scent you want a certain typ... of perfume to suggest. Maybe a bit more subtle, but sex is what perfume is all about. I was selling sex and I'm sure those women buyers could tell." Do I get a commission?" I joked."You already have." She was smiling and she was right. "From now on, you're my faithful assistant, preparing me for the big sales. I can't miss with you by my. When there’s no response from me, Mark tries again. “Please, Catherine. Please be my kinky cocksucker.”The lad’s so very polite, but this is no time to be polite. It’s time for him to take what he wants. I lash at his strong rod with my tongue before sticking my head out from under the table to wink at him. “Tasty,” I say licking my lips and pulling my head back under the table.“Please be my kinky cocksucker, Catherine,” Mark says.No, I’m determined. Enough with the politeness. I give him. He'd first proposed sitting on her shoulder as he did mine with the tail touching her neck, but she quickly vetoed that idea; she had, apparently, something of a phobia about things coming near her throat. Understandable in a singer, I supposed, though it had never bothered me. Idly I wondered whether that might change in time, now that I'd found my full voice.The wrist thing, though, wasn't a total success. I'd noticed before that she had a tendency to talk with her hands; apparently during. “For me to try first I have to be find something really attractive in the girl.”“Like what?”“Like do I enjoy her smile, her laugh. Do I really enjoy spending time with her. And do I wish for her embrace more than anything in the world. The last one may not be included but if it is then I think I would like to spend the rest of my life with her.”“Wow…you’re quite the romantic as your father was.” she said amazed.“Really?”“Yeah…but what if you don’t find such a girl?”“Well then at least I’ll.