It was now a matter of time to trace it back to the person in charge.George Smyth looked up when Carl entered the room. He smiled and pointed over to ... table to the side of the wall."The mock up is finished."Carl said, "Great."Carl went over to the large model positioned in the middle of the table. Laid out in three dimensional glory, was his pickle factory. The model showed the access roads, added traffic lights, parking lots, and the three buildings all to scale and with the. I don't give a tinker's damn about what people think of me, especially people I don't even know, nor for that matter, will more than likely ever know. "All I know is I love you. Fact is, I love both the male you and the female you equally. And, if I wish to engage in sex with both of your personas, that my business, and nobody else's, save for you yourself of course." Seeking clarification, Kelly asked, "So, does that mean that you're going in there with me?" "You bet that scrumptious. "Cathy, it's really not a sexual thing. You will see. The power of the orgasm releases all your inner energy quickly, and once drained, the massage is all the more powerful. We also do the pelvic massage at the beginning of the session, rather than a 'happy ending' at a guy's rub shop." She made a point that this extra service was at no charge; it would be illegal if anyone found out anyway, and she didn't want to charge for something most people would perceive as sexual.It took a lot of. She rubbed his hard pectorals, through the grimy white cotton T-shirt, tried to tease the nipples a bit, then raised it up from the waist exposing his hairy belly button and abdomen with its hard muscles, and pulled the shirt up past his ribs, grazing his sides swiftly with her fingertips, touching also his very hairy armpits, lifting his arms higher, pulling the shirt completely off him."Mmmmm," she sighed, caressing his chest and shoulders firmly with her slender hands, She pressed her cheek.