As your boss, he is confident andstrong. Something you are not."Nice ass, Charlotte," he says to you smugly. You are just a set of holesto him. "Why d...n't you come around here and take care of me?"Like the bimbo the part calls for, you mince over to him and fall to yourknees as he rolls back his chair. The camera zooms in for a close up asyour overly-long acrylic nails, painted with little butterflies, make youfumble to undo his belt buckle and unzip his dress pants. He looks downat you and. She brushed powders and creams all over his face. With a few strokes of amascara wand, Heather smiled at a job well done.She took down his hair a roller at a time, and with each one removed, hecould feel his hair spring back into place. She brushed, combed, teased,and tweaked until she was perfectly satisfied that not a hair was out ofplace. She worked the pink bowed headband back into his new style andfinished him off with a thick coating of hairspray."Something's missing," Heather said, more. “They come in all sizes and a lot of shapes from lifelike to improbable.”I asked her what she meant by improbable, and she ran back to the bedroom for her laptop. A quick search turned up products from a place called Bad Dragon, some of which looked like what you’d expect a male dragon to be packing. I didn’t know what to say to that. Becky just laughed and admitted the thought of them didn’t do much for her, either.“But sometimes a toy is more than just a masturbation aid,” Becky said.. There was a collective gasp as all saw Professor Dumbledore standing in the archway. Even Professor McGonagall gave out a shudder wondering if, perhaps, she was watching a ghost. With steady steps, and a strong deliberate stride, Professor Dumbledore walked between the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables on his way to the front of the Great Hall. He smiled and patted students on the way. As students began to realize that this was no vision, no ghost, but the man himself smiles spread like wildfire.