Doug asked her directly if she was ready to do it. She smiled nervously and said yes, with a little giggle in her voice. (Thank fuck for that I though...). So I said I would leave them to it, and walked out and closed the door.I quickly made my way to the bedroom to listen on the intercom. (By the way, Doug didn't know about the intercom). It was clear something was happening as there wasn't any talking. I could hear kissing sounds and some heavy breathing. He told her she had lovely tits and she. She needed to find a client in order to settle an estate. The estate wasn’t huge by her standards, but it was in the low six figures. We agreed on a fee of ten grand and I pick up the tab for my expenses. The project could prove to be a loser for sure, since it paid nothing if I failed. She didn’t want to put boots on the ground at her expense, since there was a less than 30% chance statistcally of a positive outcome.She did give me copies of all her research. Even with all the electronic. Then she was quiet for quite a while, and then she said, “So sometimes you don’t mind a little bit of pain?” I said that no, sometimes it could be quite exciting and could help to delay orgasm. “So you actually want to delay your orgasm?” I said, well it was all about getting the balance right. She looked across the bed where all the toys were spread out and picked up the humbler. “Put this one back on”I explained that I needed to go to work soon and obviously couldn’t spend the day with my. Boys had a pecker and girls had a pussy. Fred's pecker looked awfully big and purple and hard. "See here girl? This is something good, you know. My pecker has to be good. It's what men use to make babies and that's good, ain't it? Of course it is. Touch it girl. See what it feels like. Go on." She reached out and traced one finger up the hard pecker. From the bottom by the two round balls and up to the tip top. It was leaking a little. Maybe Fred had to pee. But he groaned as she was touching.