“Why would they make something like that!?”He held it up so that she could see it better. It was enormous, bigger than both that of a human and a ...Borealan. The shaft was smooth and featureless, with no veins or bumps, and the glans was flared widely. The whole assembly was anchored to a round base, and from the base hung a transparent tube that trailed out of sight.She couldn’t wrap her head around why the humans would make something like this, or how they even knew the exact dimensions of a. She enjoyed the attention but at times felt cheap for it knowing she wasn’t a source of affection for him. "Jenny, grab a seat over here." He said as he gestured with his hand to the chair in front of him as he leaned against his massive desk. "You look outstanding today. But seriously this is a professional office. I don't want my important clients coming in here and the first impression they get is a whore house. I've told you about Business Attire. That shirt is not close to. The thought of a sister fucking her brother was like a fire in my brain. K continues to cock tease me daily even flaunts her sexuality and controls me with it. I was torn with lust and anger. If only I had taken a photograph of K naked or her naked and kissing me with my hands on her boobs then I could blackmail her.I am not the kind to use deception or underhanded means so I gave up. K even returned to her chicken boyfriend before she blew him off for another jerk. Thoughts of Bridget entered. Bob Franklin was the head of the VIP squad, and the most senior member. Usually when a customer enquiry about the VIP package comes up, the staff recommend experiencing him last. In both the save-the-best-for-last way and in a you-better-see-the-other-four-to-be-ready-for-him way.The woman’s eyes lit up like sparklers. She licked her lips ever so subtly at the mention of Bob. Bill could now plainly see that her nipples went rock hard and immediately snapped back to eye level.“Wonderful, I will.