"Good day."It was not addressed to me though and it was Cindy who answered. "Uh... good day!" I don't believe we've met, my name is Randall Fenard." P...leased to meet you Mr Fenard." Cindy replied in her high-pitched voice. I took a peak at Fenard while I worked out some possible tactics. Grey hair, beard, not quite Gandulf but as near as possible lookswise without standing out like a sore thumb.He continued. "I've got my own agency, and I'm always on the look out for new talent." Well I'm not. "I'd be more concerned about yourself, dear. You're still young, and in a new place, - you won't know anyone, or have much to do. You'll have to take up some kind of hobby.", she continued, casually adding a little swirl of her hips, making that delicious booty pop for him. Chase was silent for a minute after that, whether summoning his courage or just being uncertain she couldn't tell. Eventually, however, when she was about to look over her shoulder to see if he'd disappeared, she was. I turned toward the bed, and in a flash of lightning, saw the doll, Jill, in the bed, under the covers. I pulled them back with my erection throbbing and twitching. She was as realistic as I could imagine, and her figure was a young version of her mother's. "Like what you see?", came the question from behind me. There stood Gloria, dressed in a creme coloured half slip with lace trim, and a matching nylon bra and panty just like the outfit my "aunt" Lorene had worn so long ago when we slept in. After stopping for an iced coffee, and a bagel, Clare headed over to the production studio, and was surprised that it wasn't open at the moment. "Maybe I'm too early." She told herself, and noticed that there was someone moving around inside, through the slotted blinds that were put up. Trying the doorknob, Clare scolded herself for not trying it before, and set her things down, before looking towards the back of the office. "Hello?" She called out, and started to walk down the hall, when she.