Each object was pointed at the top, became wider in the middle, and became thin again right before the circular base it stood on. The rubber objects b...came fatter in the middle as you look at them from left to right. The far right one reminded me of a spade from a deck of cards. The middle of it was quite fat. He pointed at each one to draw my attention to it.He picked up the smallest one, grabbed a small bottle I hadn't noticed was near the objects, and walked behind me. What was he doing?I. .." Yes sir" I replied. "Shall I pour them out now?" Good idea" he said, and I duly began emptying each jar into the pitcher. "No you stupid bitch, it'll need heating up. Put it in this dish first." John made sure I sc****d every drop of cum from each jar with my fingers and then licked them. When I was done the large dish was about and inch and a half short of being full. "I think it will taste stronger if it's served at body temperature. Give it a minute in the microwave."When it came. ’ The man’s face clouded over, I had the feeling I’d offended him somehow. ‘Yeah, I know,’ he grumped. ‘You don’t get to plan your hours.’ J.J. was less restrained. ‘She has a jingle bell!’ he announced to the world, before raising his curious eyes to my face. ‘Are you an elf?’ He was so precious! ‘No, I’m a slut,’ I corrected him, unable to restrain a smile. ‘Do you like it?’ I asked, raising the hem of my skirt so he could have a better view of the bell. ‘Jesus Christ!’ Sampson exploded,. . two hundred” I answered. Twice my normal charge. Greasy boy lapped it up. With a wink he fished the money out of his discarded trousers and tried to tuck it seductively into my only remaining item of clothing, my hitched up miniskirt. However he managed to drop three twenties onto the floor, and I had to stifle a laugh as he bent to retrieve them. He must have heard the slight giggle that escaped though, as he scowled, pulled on his clothes and left without another word. Thankfully, Pimples.