We sparred back and forth for a while, both being as clever as we could. Then the conversation turned to sex, and it was started by her. She asked me ...a few questions, like girlfriends, age, what I liked, etc. Then she asked "how long is your cock?".I asked why she wanted to know, and she said she was "just curious". I told her it was 9" long, but not thick, kind of slim. She got very interested, and we started talking about the kind of sex we enjoy. From the voice, after talking for a while, I. Not that she didn't try, she just wasn't much good at the useless chatter that made people want to buy something.The bell above the shop's elegantly decorated front door chimed, startling Jenna from her musings. She looked up, seeing a man of medium height and wiry build enter the shop. His clothes looked expensive but practical, and she noted that his hands never strayed far from the dagger on his hip. He noticed her watching him and, hooking his thumbs casually into his belt, made a show of. "Mr. Fleming, you are perfectly positioned to act in ways we desperately need. You have certain ... let us say ... advantages we do not. You have specific resources we can never get our hands on, that would assist us in taking down this insidious group of rogue, international finance criminals."Your private jets and unpredictable lifestyle are an important part of why we could insert you among them, with no risk of suspicion, because you are insanely wealthy, just like them. You have very. Frank was bigger than her biggest dildo. He waited for a minute, so she could get used to the feeling of having his big cock so deep inside her that it was touching her cervix.Then he started to move, just an inch at first, then deeper and faster until he was pounding Gwen’s body into the mattress, fucking his cock into her. It didn’t take long before Gwen was cumming again, her pussy juices flooding the bed, her legs around Franks' waist, trying to pull him in deeper.Because Frank had already.