But at themoment, I didn't really give a shit."From the bar, I've seen you staring at me, handsome," she whisperedonce she arrived at my booth."I'm so...rry," I stammered nervously. "I didn't really mean anything byit." But I doubted she believed me; I wouldn't if I'd been in herplace. Clearly, my unmistakably stiff manhood had already betrayedthe obvious fact that my body was raring and more than willing to dojust about anything she wanted me to do."You don't need to be sorry about something so. I'm sure you're going to make a wonderful little ballerina.I promise this will be such a fun week and once you get comfortableyou'll never want to leave."Chris looked around now, no longer seeing anything but a slew of womenand young girls trying things on as he was brought into a fitting area.She sat him slipping off his little Mary Janes and then had him standsizing his feet. When she finished she left for a minute and thenreturned trying on shoe after shoe. His head was buzzing barely able. “Leave that up to me, I know how to turn her into a slut.”He nodded. “But even if you do that, I’m going to see you. I love your big naturals.” He then said “you must have looked hot pregnant, with those tits getting huge.I was surprised. “You, you think that’s sexy?”“Hell yeah, a lot of guys do. You must look amazing.” We then got dressed and I told him that this was between he and I and I got back to my car and drove, a bit sore. I thought about what Gary said about me being sexy when. Sharon was busily typing, but as soon as I entered, she rose, bowed her head and greeted me with “Good Morning, Sir. I will take you straight through to meet Mistress.” I thanked her and she opened the door allowing us to go through first. Philippa rose from behind her desk and came around to greet me – which we did with a passionate, tongue entwining kiss, she too rubbed herself against Mister B.I took a seat, along with Carol and Ling on either side. Sharon went around the desk with Philippa.