.. ,” but I stopped there fearing to offend her, or to be laughed at.“Enough for what?” she asked before understanding showed on her face.“You... hardly know me!” she said in shock.“True, but I would like to get to know you a lot better,” I told her.“I don’t know, this is all so confusing. The study of Magic, Gaelic, and now romance raising its head. I need time to think,” she pleaded.“Take as much time as you need,” I told her.“But you are already so much older than I am. How do I know that you. “I’d have thought it’d be the wrong shape, wouldn’t it? And isn’t it all a bit dirty?” “I’m sure it can be cleaned thoroughly. And anyway, judging from the size of the things that come out, I’m sure it can take quite a lot going in.” “Are you sure? It sounds pretty strange to me. If it was so simple, why hasn’t anyone ever mentioned it before?” “I don’t know. Shall I see how far I can get my fingers in?” “Yes, Lizzie,” sighed Samantha. “If it can take your fingers, I’m sure it could take. "I don't know how to put this stuff on? Pantyhose?Are you kidding me?"Bob pushed across a booklet. It was the code of conduct for a Hooterswaitress."That's the rules, Nikki" he said with a laugh. "Seriously, they takeit serious and if they see I'm not enforcing it then I can get fined."I sighed."Rick," said Stan. "I can make it so... so... you know how to do thatstuff. If you want. It'll be like you've done it before."I nodded.I took the bag and walked into Bob's bathroom. As I was going,. She read the info in the report as her finger moved closer and finally touching her pussy lips which were surprisingly a little damp. She had been so busy with work she had not touched herself down there in weeks and it felt good. As she read the reports and touched that sweet area she thought about her new assisstant, the one she had ridden so hard these last few weeks. She knew she owed her an apology for yelling at her that morning for the way she was dreesed and would apologize first thing.