Her voice was soothing. ‘Sorry. Um….’ I was mumbling, nervously. ‘I saw that you were looking to hire some people, and I was wondering if I c...ould fill out an application.’ ‘Of course’ she said. ‘Why don’t you have a seat and we can get started.’ I was thinking to myself that I was happy to sit down. Between her voice and her huge tits, I could feel my cock starting to get hard. That’s a great way to get a job, impress her with the bulge growing in my pants. I sat down, hoping she didn’t. As you ask to see the biggest dildo they have, your tongue flicks across your pouting lips. He stammers, "Uh, uh... sure," he fumbles for the huge fake dick and hands it to you. You stand up, your hands gripping the toy. He tries to adjust his now massive hard-on. You just smile at him, letting him know you did indeed see him. You turn to call me over and as you do the blond has followed us into the store. She smiles and waves to us as we examine the big dildo. She slowly walks over to us, her. As they are drinking their coffee she can hear Joan making a subtle pitch to her master. Little one now knows that she will be alone tonight and on Christmas Eve. Her master calls and she moves swiftly to the dinning room. Joan congratulates her on a superb dinner and says she wish she had the time to be able to create such culinary delights. Master tells her that she is excused for the rest of the night. She is crying out inside to be used by him and it shows in those pleading eyes as he. "For your very first time, shouldn't I be at my best?" You already warned me, it might not be so... wonderful. Not right away. Not my first time." Well, yes. But I'd like to give it every chance... Wouldn't you?" No." No?... Why not?" If you're all tired out, and it's late, and everything, and then, it's not so wonderful. If, maybe, it's not so wonderful -- for you, even -- then we can say it was because you were tired. It wouldn't have to be because I was... you know... too afraid, or too.