I had planned a surprise that I knew would direct Tom’s thoughts in that very same direction, and I felt butterflies in my stomach just from thinkin... about it. I wore the thin light blue top that I knew Tom loves and a black skirt, not slutty short but short enough to show off some legs. My favorite lace bra accentuated my firm breasts without giving away too much, and as I looked at my image in the bedroom mirror I had to admit that I looked rather hot!As a final touch, I lifted up my skirt. I should explain that none of this was the least bit erotic for me. It was a little painful as she pressed the wand against me and because of that and the fact that the room and the wand were a little chilly, my winky was pretty small, so small in fact that it didn't stay back against my stomach. It "retracted" and nested vertically in my pubic hair at about an inch and a quarter height. If this was a breech in protocol, Sandy didn't seem to mind and the wand did seem to stray up alongside. At the end of the day I asked him about the improvements I needed in dress code. He mentioned that the sari paloo must be kept loose and not pinned up and the sari should be tied very tight around the ass. As I left for the day he told me that he liked my work and dress sense very much. He saw me off at the door and gently caressed my ass as I left and commented that I had a nice tight ass. I smiled and left swinging my ass even more knowing that he was watching me.That evening my husband. A shove and the tip emerges from the other side. There is only alittle blood, enough to flow in a trickle down her breast until I bend andlick it up, hot and sweet, just like her. The needle I replace with a thick,heavy ring, closing it tight.Just the one breast, he said. I so wanted to do the other one. But he'd saidone, and I'm paid to do a job. I release the clamp, put the equipment awayand go back to her. I rope her breasts again, and now she looks spectacular,the silver ring begging to be.