The man was frustrating. As blatant as she’d made her intentions, he hadn’t taken her up on her unspoken, but very clear offer. ~*~ ‘You are no... going out like that.’ Reece was very careful to school his tone. If she were to go anywhere like that, men would be thinking the same thing he was thinking. ‘Daddy sent you to protect me, not give me fashion advise.’ She spun in her too-tight top and too-short skirt, and Reece let out a groan. Turning back to him, her long, chestnut hair flying, she. “I was just thinking,” I told her, “if I should go really slowly; widen your pucker with a finger, you know. Or, perhaps, I could just push this big, round rubber dildo inside your bum in one go.” I trailed my fingernails over her cheek and felt her skin tremble. Wide eyes looked up at me. “Good girls should get the soft treatment. Bad girls…” I let my voice trail off and shrugged sympathetically. I had never expected this to be so much fun, and I went in for the kill. “Are you a good girl,. " Gee, Janice," I said. "That's certainly an interesting story about your cousin Shirlene. But I'm not sure how that applies to me." I was very curious about any words of wisdom that 'Summer Winters' might have for me."Well, you see, she told me that the studio she works for is always looking for new talent and that if you want to give her a call, she will see that you get hooked-up with the right folks." Un hunh," I said, stunned. O. Henry couldn't have written a better ending to Shirlene's. She just lives two blocks away from her building. She is tall with nice big breasts and is an artist, she paints and her business is architectural designing. When I need to made changes or upgrades to my building I always call on her to discuss my plans so that she knows what to expect and also let her tenants know what will be going on next door. Every time I drop by to chat, she is always so congenial and friendly and asks me in and sit on the couch, offers me a tea or water and then joins me.