When the cops asked Rose Ann what had happened to her, she couldn't tell them. She didn't remember a thing. Except some foolishness about a talking ha...d! A big talking hand that spoke to her in a voice as loud and clear as any temple bell could ever hope to muster up.Old doc Shelby, bless him, quickly determined that Rose Ann, bless her, was no longer the virginal Rose Ann Pinkham. Someone had, in the usual manner he said, neatly deflowered the sixteen year old Rose.A sixteen year old,. Interesting.I locked the door.Turning to me, she looked quite bewildered. I told her I wasn't going to do anything, and to stay calm and she seemed to obey, although only out of fear. In dead silence, I walked up behind her and slid my right hand down the front of her shirt feeling her small tits. She let out a gasp that almost turned to a scream but I put my left hand over her mouth to stop her.I brought my mouth her ear. "I think you're really hot, and I want to fuck you" I whispered,. As she spoke and told me of her business, an artist I think, my eyes could not help but wander over her. The top two buttons of the sundress were left undone, allowing the beautiful globes of her clevage to present themselves. Her hair draped to one side, the other side showing off a long neck, almost erotically exposed shoulder, and the black strap of her bra as the dress had somewhat slipped off the shoulder. All I wanted to do was drink her image into my mind as she rattled on about her life. I dressed up in my best formal attire, a light blue shirt, and dark blue trousers. I had a blazer on and tie as well. I arrived at the hotel on time. I joined my superiors. We all sat on a table in a banquet hall where many other aspiring ad agencies were present as well. There were several other clients along with them.I just was observing my peers from other agencies. I was noticing their behavior and comparing myself with them to know if I am on the same page with them. I could see some guys.