“All I can say is that that isn’t my style”, was all I could reply. While this conversation was going on my eyes were uncontrollably fixed on he... breasts and nipples, wet and rather pink from her licking and sucking. “Well, if it isn’t your style, you had better come here and let me see what your style actually is.” So I approached her, and as I did, she got to her knees, extended a hand and felt my crotch. “Mmmm….that could be a nice style”, she said, pulling down on my zip and plunging her. Her designs were highly regarded and sought after and usuallyappeared on red carpets or at royal weddings. She was also known to bea bit shy and a little reclusive, eschewing the parties and glamour,instead allowing her partner, Alastair Giles, to be the face of thehouse.So many questions rushed into my head and I spent the next little whileasking her all about Genevieve and Alastair and how the two managed torun one of the most well known couture fashion houses in the world butnever appeared. I know I wanted to, I don’t know about her – I think she probably did ... I still wish we had tried. I tried to show those videos to other girlfriends, but it’s obviously a pretty narrow interest subject ... It takes a really special girl to be into sharing your fantasies...”She looks back at Dawn, who gives her a positive looking smile.Dawn takes over... “To be honest, I’ve never thought about bestiality, but when she told me about her fantasies, I just couldn’t help wanting to do it. It was. " Certainly. Male or female?" Male." Can you describe what you'd like?" Tall, good build, something romantic." Any particular race?" Whatever. I just want someone." OK, let's see. Ah, how about Tony? He's Hispanic, 6' 2", 12 inches. All man." A picture, presumably of Tony, flashed in a corner of the screen."Fine." Gina gave her address and disconnected. She felt a little disgusted with her weakness, but while her hand was fine once in a while, it was a poor substitute for the real thing..