I never would have noticed him two days ago. He wouldhave been virtually inconsequential, just part of the background. TodayI can't stop imagining his...tight ass cheeks strolling away down theplatform. I'm imagining his confident macho strut. The way thesleeveless t shirt, a 'wife beater', allows his strong back to expressitself. Following the Y form of his body, the white t first disappearsunder the waistband of his extended baggy boxers, then the boxersdisappear under denim. Following the line. "We are looking for something.... Special... For him," Mom replied as her hand squeezed my ass.'Well, for a woman of your looks we have many, many choices," Red responded, "does he have a favorite?"Blondie put her arm around me and walked me along behind Mom and Red. I felt her hand run down my back and over my ass."You are a very handsome young man," she said."Thank you," I managed to speak."It must very... exciting... for you to be here shopping for something special," she whispered in my. " I'm trying, but my hair is so wonderfully thick. If it wasn't for my cocknot working, I'd be jerking off loads," he gasped."Not working totally, or can you still go to the toilet?" she asked."I can still pee through it, if thats what you mean?" he replied."Well yes, its just that we girls don't pee through our clits. It comesout of an opening beneath our vaginas. It explains why we have to sit downto do it," she explained."Oh crap. I'll have to watch for that when I need the loo in future.". Lick my pussy.”“Suck my cock, ma’am,” said Chad. Bewildered and perturbed, yet flattered, he paused, waiting for Hildegard to say something else – before realising that his interview was over. And so he nodded obsequiously and let himself out of the office, just as Dolores Datchet, now in her nurse’s uniform again, returned and shut the door in his face.Hildegard and Dolores sat in the office, silently smirking at each other as they waited for Chad’s desultory footsteps in the corridor to fade.