Brad murmured, “Yes.”“Well, are you going to invite me over?”Brad's mind went into his Pink mode. He licked his lips, imagining the man watchi...g him put on lipstick. “Yes,” he said softly.Unlocking his apartment door, Brad looked over his shoulder. “You're very handsome,” he said.“And I bet you can look very pretty. If you want to.”Brad shivered. “I'll try,” he said quietly.Entering, Brad pointed to the couch. “Please, get comfy. I won't be long.” He went into his bedroom and pushed the door. “Do you have your portfolio?” he asked. “My what?” asked Cassie. “You know, a folder of professional shots!” said Mr Rogers a bit annoyed she didn't know. “Erm, no I'm sorry I didn't realise that I needed one!” she said nervous. “Oh, well it is standard for models to have one that's how agents like me promote you to get you work,” he explained. “Well, how do I get one?” she asked fearing he was losing interest. “Your manager should have sorted one,” he said looking at his watch. “I'm sorry, I. As I watched he slowly started stroking himself as he watched me looking at what he was doing, my own cock had swollen as well in sympathy and for a while we stroked ourselves in tandem under the sheets before Dick threw off his sheet so I could see his cock in all its glory, much bigger than mine in all dimensions. I continued to watch as he slowly stroked his cock it was as though I was being hypnotised by it throwing back my sheet I got up off my bed and sat on the side of his my hand. . no way! A *vibrating* leash!"Get out of town," I snickered, grabbing at the catalog, trying to pry it away from her.By then she was giggling out of control, rolling around on the bed while fighting off my attempts to wrestle that thing away from her. Vibrating leash all right! We'd see about that! But the mere *thought* of such a device was enough to send tingly sensations spreading out all over me. In any case, one thing was certain. I wanted one and I wanted it *now*!"What *other* goodies.