“But Mary, I don’t want to model anything, I want to go home.” There was silence for a moment, and then he heard a sharp slapping sound of flesh to flesh. “Selling is not exactly what I do, Mrs. XXX . . . . . . …”
“Robinson, Mary Robinson, and how do you not exactly sell things.” Her look was one of “oh shit” here comes another high pressure I don’t sell, but you need to buy this to save the business. “Been playing with yourself before I got here?”
She nodded slowly, once again looking up into his eyes for a moment. Two fingers slid easily into her. “Ok, here we go.” Roger said, walking through the curtain. With one hand he reached down, cupped the dildo and pushed it all the way into her spasming cunt.
