I think most of us were too lost to come up with a question that would relate to the construction, but Mrs. Wong had one very pertinent question. ‘H...ow much capital will we need to make this product?’ ‘I don’t know. I’ll need to work with your people to find out. I can say that it won’t be anything outrageous. Mostly, it will be finding a suitable building, modifying the facilities to make a safe work environment, installing the necessary coating and curing equipment, and all the other essential. I hurried to get dressed. I had some shopping todo. I strutted out the door in a white mini skirt that barely coveredthe lace tops of my suntan stockings. My yellow spandex blouse flauntedmy breasts and perfectly matched my yellow platform peep toe pumps. Mylong blonde hair flowed as I walked."I'm Brandi Jacobs. I'm a beautiful woman."The doorbell rang at promptly six o'clock. Rob stood there in blackslacks and a powder blue shirt with open collar holding a dozen rosesand a bottle of. The lights dimmed and a woman who looked to be in her fifties stepped on stage and the lights went back down except for on the stage. Music came on and she removed her clothing and pulling some devices from her bag. As she moved about she was almost dancing, gliding about her routine. She got close to the front edge of the stage and produced a strip of cloth with medical looking needles, with out the syringe portion, and began to stick needle after needle through her nipples making an Astrix. I shivered with anticipation. “You want this, eh?”, he said, as he began to rub his dickhead against my pussy lips. It slid right up and down, I was so ready, so wet, so on fire for him. “I do, Dylan, give it to me...please, now.....I....NEED it.”, I whimpered. With a smooth, fluid motion, his big cock entered my tight, hot, wet pussy. I could feel every inch as it stretched me to an amazing fullness. He started pumping, slowly at first, then faster and faster. I couldn't stop cumming..