I understand she is upset that we refused her script. It is my understanding that you did the research, but did not work on the script?” it wasn’t...really a question, but I answer anyway.“That is true,” I said.“Mr Rogers, have you ever heard of a script doctor?” he asked.“No I haven’t,” I replied.“How about meeting me for coffee, so that we can talk about it. That is, if Janet hasn’t poisoned the waters,” Harris suggested.“Sure, we can talk,” I agreed. “The best place for coffee and a chat is. . oh fuck yes Id love to see that he gasped I ran a hand up my belly and around my tightly wrapped tits, gently pinching my stiff nipple while my other hand lifted the dildo out of the box. Oh my its so big I think I might need you to help me with it, I said in a sultry, pleading tone. I squeezed the rubber bulb that was connected to the dildo by a tube, with a faint hiss the cock twitched. Out of the box I took a small bottle of lube, removed the top and squirted a generous amount over the. Without thought, my hands rose to cup and strokemy new breasts."Excellent! Such a slut already! Your clitty-sheath can give pleasure, or prevent it," another hand wave, and the sensations vanished as thought they had never been. My probing hand gave me only a mild feeling of pressure, nothing more, "or do the opposite-" No, please!" I nearly shouted. How it was happening I didn't know, but the degree of pleasure made me desperately eager not to feel its opposite."Hmmm... maybe I should give you. Samantha steered them towards her shop. She parked in the lotand unlocked the shop's door. She brought Tom inside the shop.Samantha showed him around the shop. She explained how the shopoperated. She was the face of the business. She did most of thetalking with the woman who came in looking to have a dress made oraltered.Samantha explained to Tom about the methods that measurementsentailed, trial garments and how multiple fittings were often requiredto get a dress just right.Tom nodded as he.