Soon there shape was visible against the tight fabric of my top.Finally after half an hour of this the man in Mr. Das responded I could see that he ha... difficulties in controlling his erection that was getting visibly every minute. Suddenly he put his right palm against the bare portion of my back. I turned to him and smiled.“All this and what is inside is yours for this portfolio Mr. Das, yes or no?” Mr. Das gaped open mouthed to me. He did not expect me to be so direct.“Yes or no?” I asked. Marie looked at us, looking at her."What?" she asked."You're a slow learner," Heather said softly.I glared at Heather to shut her up then turned to Marie."What did I just say about calling each other names?"I could see her running back over our last few comments, then she went red."You wouldn't," she said, horrified.I just smiled and patted my knee. "This isn't fair," she protested. "Heather was calling me names." But I stopped when told to," Heather pointed out smugly. Damn it. I wanted to. And so it began. He fired questions at her which she answered well, demonstrating her intelligence and quick thinking. As the session endured he noticed the hem on her skirt getting higher, her fingers tracing circles on her thigh. He noticed how her lips moved and imagined them sliding over his hard cock.He wanted her, and not just for the role she clearly would be great for, he wanted to feel her legs wrapped around his waist as he slid in side her.All too soon he ran out of questions to ask.. ”“Who?” She hesitated. In second I had grabbed the still tape covered vibrator, and pressed it into her pussy before she had a chance to react.“Sarah and Alyssa.”“Hmm…” I considered this. Sarah was big. Not big in a bad way, just big in a big way. Big because she was so tall, six feet in fact, probably around 150 pounds, not fat, skinny in fact, but wide. She had a solid B cup breasts and long straight dark brown hair. A tan complexion and full lips showed she was of Native American.