The ritual involved closing the blinds and telling my exploits to a bottle of scotch. It was four in the morning. I could hear people milling about th... bullpen. They were making calls, getting calls and dealing with lawyers.As expected, all the rich individuals were no longer sitting in our interrogation rooms. The little lawyer bees had already stormed in. They were ready with claims that their client had no idea what UniCORP was selling, and that they were all morally horrified at the idea of. The smell of Febreeze in the room ALMOST masked the smell of sex, but at least they'd changed the sheets on the bed. I almost lost my lunch when I thought of sleeping in that bed with her tonight. I'd be burning it at my earliest convenience.Then the thought hit me. They HAD to be using some kind of lube for anal sex. Hmmm...I searched her nightstand, and sure enough, there was the tube of Cherry KY Jelly that we sometimes used. Son of a bitch! I popped the cap, and it was nearly the same shade. Using his thumb, he put much more pressure on it, and rubbed it much harder. I didnt think I could feel any better than when his tongue was on my clitoris, but I was wrong, his thumb, with its strength and speed felt better. Different, but better. I still held onto his pretty head, though, and now I could feel him spreading my vagina open with his other hand. [How is he keeping his balance?] I wondered to myself?? Soon, I felt that golden tongue creeping inside me. OH My FUCKING GOD!!!! Was. When the work was done, I hoped it would do what Iwanted it to do. It looked like it just might work.The next day, I set out to find other things that I would need to go withthis costume. I felt that if I wanted to pull it off, I would needbreasts and I didn't feel that I was skilled enough to make a decentpair. I would also need a wig, since my own hair was rather short.Where to go? Why, the Internet, of course! I was a little surprised tosee how much was out there and how much it costs. .