Even I could see that she was steaming hot. I grabbed Sashas handand the three of us left. for the chicken joint. Sasha is about 10 or11, with blonde ...air and a wickedly cute smile. And she obviously hasStan wrapped around her little finger. By the time we got back my dadlooked sullen and seemed like he was pouting, but mom was all smilesand had Sasha sit next to her while we ate."Where is your mother Sasha?" My mom died of breast cancer two years ago. Now I live with UncleStanley and his mom.. " "Well... though it's really none of my business, you know thatyou really ought to, Jeff! You know, find out how all thosegirlie gadgets of yours work! You know, while you have theopportunity! I mean, if nothing else, your doing so shouldresult in making you a much better lover! You know, as in thefirst hand experience you'll gain by fooling around withyourself will put you a leg up on all the other guys out there!" I know! I know! "Truth be told: as crass and perverted as this is going. "Michael, get in here!!!" Rebecca screamed into the intercom. Michael, her sixth assistant in the last year, hurried into her office. "Where the fuck are the sales reports I asked you to get from last quarter?" She asked intently. "I have them right here." he said placing them on her desk. "Thank you, it's about fucking time you did something right. Oh and if it's not too much for you to figure out on your own, would you please get me some coffee and actually make it taste somewhat good?" she. . sex...sexual way."She ran her fingers through my hair and cooed wordlessly to me, thendecided, "I think a shot of product on your crowning glory and some workwith the brush will finish this picture."After she applied gel and worked with the brush for a few minutes,holding my head steady by placing her fingers lightly on my cheek, I wasfurther transformed. My hair was fuller and had been subtly shaped.Looking into the mirror mounted to the vanity, I saw an alluring youngwoman returning my.