I had not been to Manhattan since The Nutcracker and never for pleasure. Nothing I saw that day motivated me to return. Francine arranged parking. Rus...sell escorted us through the streets. Francine let us in a building’s side door, then the rear door of a workshop. We met Jonathan, who took us to a quiet work area where I finally saw the finished dress. It was so beautiful I fought tears. It was like a dress for Galadriel—sleeveless deep forest green with an overlaid carpet of white florets. The. I told him I would shower and be right back. He told me he'd like to watch me shower and shave so I took him by the hand and led him back to my bedroom where I stripped off the Tee shirt and he watched as I soaped up and then shaved my legs, arm pits and pussy before stepping out and toweling off. He told me to finish getting ready so I started putting on my makeup and he watched while I finished up and then, all dolled up but still naked he ordered me to drop to the floor and crawl over to. (s) ... like in the early Seventies a Franco Fascist gave a series of lectures in my living room. To say nothing of the often expressed rumor of my wilder days of dealing ... just a rumor ... not a speck of truth in it.But ... the side door closed and a light on the instrument panel went from RED to GREEN and the fella in the left seat asked me to read a list.He handed me a large sheet that had been laminated.Oh joy ... big letters. COCKPIT READINESS.He pointed at the first line. "Start here. I got off the bed and went over to my clothes drawer from where I took a large pink strap-on. I waved it at Elaine and said, "I think this'll look good on you Ellie." She sat up and grinned and said "Oh that looks like fun." I handed it to her and she strapped herself in to the harness with the big cock sticking out in front of her. I lay down beside her on my back and opened my legs. She didn't need telling what to do, she knelt between my thighs and pointed the cock straight at my aching.