When Wednesday finally arrived I was at work a half-hour early. The receptionist made me wait until ‘Daisy Duke’ arrived to take me back up. This ...ime ‘Daisy’ or more precisely Helen was in a very nice dress that showed just a hint of cleavage, her little waist, and her knees. She looked very professional. It was a huge contrast to the way she had looked the last time I had seen her.I was ‘processed’ that morning. I was photographed and fingerprinted, I received my badge to enter the building,. "Let's see four guys for a weekend? How does $10,000 sound." I said figuring he'd just laugh and that would be the end of it.Now all my clients are pretty well off so the price was well within their ability to pay."Let me use your phone Chrissie?" he asked. I nodded OK and he quickly left my sitting room and stepped into my office.By the way what I loosely refer to as my "sitting room" is a room adjacent to my office which consits of basically twooverstuffed leather chairs and king size bed.. "Bear down!" Resi commanded, and it felt like taking a major shit when Akira pulled out what I assumed was a spongey mess. And then I was quickly re-plugged, only this time the insertion felt soft and easy. "Smaller size?" I mumbled. Resi had returned to massaging my back. "Different shape," she whispered back, "It's called a torpedo in the sex shops. The first one's called a clam. This one reaches further..." I nodded as I felt the tampon unfolding lengthwise and filling me. Not an ordinary. Priscilla hurried to her own bedroom and closed the door. ‘God, you’re a great fuck Sandy,’ Missy said in a weak voice as she raised her head and looked at her lover’s face and then with a slight tremor she added, ‘That was incredible, absolutely incredible.’ ‘I’m glad you enjoyed it,’ Sandy said with a smile. ‘Enjoyed it, I didn’t want it to end,’ Missy said in a raspy voice. ‘It doesn’t have to end,’ Sandy said as she reached down grasped the thick dildo and slapped it against Missy’s creamy.