"Are you the talent?" a voice from behind her asked. She jumped in surprise, nervous despite herself. A rather seedy looking older man in a to tight s...it stood behind her, giving her a look that made her skin crawl."Yes, my name is Maria." she said. She did her best to sound as professional as possible, hiding her disquiet behind a mask of neutrality as she returned the other man's leer."You sure you want to wear that?" he asked, a smirk hiding at the edge of his face. "It might get... ruined.". Shaven mound. Protruding labia folds. Firm. Caucasian. European. P04) Glancing closer, again the weird thought that she’s looking at a replica of herself, only with a glistening small gold ring mounted deeply into the clitoris, Kathy can’t believe she’s about to ask as she blurts out. ?I? I think I can decipher most of it? But what’s the? The eight?... And firm?? ?Depth!? Craig smirks, glancing toward the curator, back toward Kathy. ?Its depth’s eight inches deep? And will. Before Carla could speak, Marge said, ‘Carla, I know it was your idea.’ Momentarily taken aback by Marge’s direct words, all she could do was reply quietly, ‘Did it help?’ Marge began to smile and answered, ‘Oh yes.’ Carla laughed out loud and embraced her friend in a warm hug, ‘I’m so happy for you.’ she released her grip and then said, ‘What am I doing? Come in. We can crack a bottle in celebration.’ Once the two women were sat comfortably on the sofa in the living room, Marge said, ‘We. Among all of the missing women, there was only one other I had met before she was kidnapped, Francine James. This was the night I arrived on campus. Francine and I didn’t have sex, unless one counts me blowing a wad in my pants while she rubbed me as sex.Did I have to live through that indignation again or was this encounter supposed to go in a different direction?I looked around. I didn’t see anyone else. I thought furiously about it. Unless circumstances started off differently, and so far.