" I asked her if she DID get it, and she said "Not Really!" REMEMBER: she's around 20 years old.I then took the biggest chance of all, and told Amanda...(in a whisper) "I'm going to masturbate in my room, and want to know if I can include her in my visual fantasy - conjuring up her image as I wank." She seemed startled for a second, then said "Are you really? No guy has ever said anything like that before to me!" I simply said "Pity. Well, may I?" She said "Sure!"Since I had already gone for. She felt very exposed with just her navel and waist showing, aware that soon, according to the script, everything was to come off. “Psssttt!” came a voice from behind her as one of the assistants gestured her on. Amna sighed. She now knew what stage-fright was, although her only audience was the silhouetted figures of the technicians and some of the cast that she could glimpse beyond the arc-lights. “Psssttt!” repeated the voice more urgently. Amna wandered onto the set, feeling the throbbing. Neither Robert nor Harold had time for romance or marriage, but that didn’t mean they were celibate. They had enjoyed a lusty youth and had ‘entertained’ many a young lady throughout their late teens and twenties. The formation of their company had put such demands on their time that their sex lives had declined almost to nothing over the ten years they spent building the business. Harold had availed himself of the local ‘professionals’ on occasion since he had no interest in developing a. Plus, they had each other, and we had found some suitable toys to keep them entertained. We had soon learnt not to give the anything covered in fur or with stuffing as it got ripped to shreds in minutes. Then we had to clean up the mess.Someone gave them a leather-covered mechanical mouse that bumped around inside of the pen. They loved chasing it and pouncing on it, just like the kittens that they represented. We all made sure to spend time with them before and after classes. We’d cart them.