He needed to know if it was permanent. He rang the doorbell with his thumb, and then pounded on the door with his fist. Butterflies erupted in his bel...y, and he suddenly felt incredibly stupid. What was he going to say? Going to do? He hadn’t prepared anything, he just knew what he wanted them to do. One kiss. That’s all he wanted. One kiss to be absolutely sure. Because the kiss with Abigail had felt like nothing, like lips pressing against each other. And maybe because it had been his first. How are you this weekend?”“Doing well, sir, and how are you?”“Fine. Just fine, Tim. I was wondering if you had a few minutes to talk for the podcast tomorrow morning?”“Um, actually, at this moment, I have the time. I just finished a workout and was going to take a shower. I’ll get on the stationary bike and have a quick talk with you,” Tim divulged as he sat down on the seat and began peddling softly.“Wow, great game, and you don’t take the weekend off to relax a bit?”“No. I find myself. Ten naked women looked toward me, the naked boss barely glanced at me since his mouth was full of Sue’s tit. She was already riding his stiff cock on her knees. As she rocked forward and back, up, down and side to side with a twist, she looked squarely at me. Without slowing she explained, “I need a document from him and a promise never to contact me again. This sex means ughh nothing to me. It’s like ... setting an appointment and f-f-following established procedures to speak with ‘Da Boss.’. We visited everything else we wanted to see. The last booth worthmentioning is a new one that I hadn't seen yesterday. It was simple,almost spartan. What caught my eye was the name. "The Old Operaty -Bespoke voluntary surgical scenes and sessions" A simple book ofprocedure pictures sat folded on the table. Claire indicated she wantedto see, so I slowly turned the pages. She started to fidget as we viewedthe pages. They started out simple, with scene breast implant proceduresand simple body.