And theclient was Sterling Fogg, theold guy who?s been doing the ?Sterling and Miranda Show? on Channel Twelve,Jesus, since I was a kid. Yeah, you kno... Miranda,she?s his whaddyacallit, his manikin? Or hisdummy? and he?s a vegernarian or a ventriloquist,whatever. Fogg throws his voiceinto Miranda, which is this wood doll? Dressed up sexy like Marilyn Monroe withbig bazooms and a short skirt, long legs, she hashands with a red manicure, all that jazz. Yeah, theyalways made my folks and I laugh. Soon the tip of my finger was wet with her juices. I continued gently moving my finger up and down her hot slit.As I observed the filly’s response to my caresses, within a short time I could feel my dick growing in my pants. It was obvious she was completely comfortable with me and she seemed to want me to go further. My dick was getting hard, and it strained to spring out of the confining jeans I had on.Now it was time to see how she would respond to more aggressive action. I placed one finger. But you show up so early to ask for it. You think you can fool me? I know you are hungry for something but not for food. Shall I let Rakesh know about this?While she talked, her robe opened a little wider at her chest part, and I got a good wide-angle view of her smooth cleavage. It was sure she wasn’t wearing any bra inside. My thoughts questioned if she is just in her robe and nothing inside at her bottom too.She saw my drooling gaze on her chest and said: Even though you’re speechless right. She tried to speak again but it made no sense, it was as if she was in a drunken stupor. After a minute or two she stopped trying to speak and her head turned towards me again, her smile was gone and her eyes rolled up in her head before they closed entirely. Her face was lifeless looking and I panicked and started pulling at the ropes that held me.Then the large woman at my feet stomped her foot on the ground beside mine and shouted orders to the woman kneeling beside me. She began washing.