" Yes, that's easy enough to do," she said, thinking about something else I suspected. "What about growth? What would be possible if you had a market ...dvantage for say ... a year or two?" I'm not sure. That's a question for Doo ... I mean Doug Cruickshank. I'm just an operations guy," I shrugged."You're a little more than that, Cam. Tell Doogie ... that's his nickname isn't it? Tell him I want to talk to him about that and ask him to come prepared. I want to give him some tools to do a real. I take off my clothes, looking at my soaked panties as I throw everything to the side. I look at my ass and pussy in the mirror, stretched lewdly by the vegetables. Each pokes out a bit and I squeeze some more, looking at them popping out. It turns me on even more and I start rubbing my clit, before remembering that I cant cum without permission. I take a seat at my computer desk and go online as I await for more instructions. I get a call then on Skype from my master. I answer it immediately. This is love. I had been alone for nearly 8 months when the issues started happening. Good old doctor put it down to stress, but that was an excuse to give me more drugs. I was struggling to sleep and everything got on top of me at work so I did the most sensible thing I could think of, I took 2 weeks off work and planned a week in the sun and a week of home decorating. I had begun my packing and was going through the attic to dig out the old case. The attic always freaked me out, the house. The breeze from the cracked window picked up and I felt my nipples perk up and harden in the warm glow of the streetlights outside. Pouring more lotion into my hands, I slowly continued to rub it in all over my body, gently feeling the curves of my belly and hips under my fingertips. Closing my eyes, I could imagine him there with me. Sitting at his desk wearing one of his cozy v-neck cardigans, sipping a glass of whiskey, and asking me how my day was. Just the sound of his voice made me.