Nobody calls me Huxley, let alone Mr. Huxley and I still hadn't comprehended what she meant. Shaking off the cobwebs I tried to think of any women I h...d met or admired openly lately. I thought of a chick at work, the second receptionist, who worked at the desk in front of me. Once calls got past the front desk, she screened them down and had this habit of standing to be seen over the high front of her catch-all shelf and looking directly at the person she buzzed to get their facial expression. While he waited for her trembling body to recover, he looked at a timer connected to the dildo. Quietly he tsk tsk and her heart sank. The timer read 46 minutes per hour. For all her efforts of deep-throating herself until she was blue in the face, she came so close. But he already knew from the beginning that that she would not be able to make it, not without passing out from the effort. He pushed the frame aside and whispered in her ear that if she could suck him to an orgasm in a minute he. He watched as she started with her fingers and slowly took hold of it in her hand. He asked how it felt and she replied “Uhhhhhh, I don’t know, good I guess” she said. “I’m assuming it’s weird, right?” he said. In her soft spoken tone of voice and as she nodded she said “Yeah, it’s a little uhhh weird I guess. I don’t know” and shrugged her shoulders. “Well seeing as we don’t have to go to the hospital, right now, you can do something special for me.” She asked what it was. “Slowly I’d love you. ..- Bien voil?, je voudrais venger une amie dont le fianc? la maltraite...- Et que veux tu faire...- Je voudrais... Je voudrais qu'il devienne une fille pour qu'ilcomprenne- Hmmm je vois j'ai peut-?tre quelque chose, de tr?s subtil m?me- Ah!!!- Mais attention c'est irr?versible une fois qu'il sera une fille il lerestera- Hmmm... Bien ce n'est pas grave... de toute mani?re il est mysogine !Elle se dirige vers une porte qu'elle ouvre, on ne peut rien voir dans lapi?ce o? elle va tellement elle.