Episode 186: ROLE CREDITS

“Are you recovered from Serafina’s ambush?”

“I could ask you the same question Mister Master.” Tessa Harper laughed while skyping with Henry McKellen as he got dressed from his shower. “Yeah, I’m fine. Humbled a bit after letting her destroy my precious tiny body. Sera is really cool, but man can she be tough. She tossed me around like I was cigarette ashes in a windstorm. She even gave me that white collar to wear for luck today. Leaving the leash at home Henry so don’t get any ideas.” She too was getting dressed for their meeting at Calculated RisQ.

“Gonna actually wear it in front of Amanda?”

“Sure! Why not? She blew you last time I was there, maybe this time she will eat me. Not that I really want that from her ... she does write my paychecks though. How did your meet with her yesterday go ... without me tagging along.” She stood totally nude trying to decide which dress to wear. “Purple or yellow?” With one dress held to each side of her it was the middle one that was more to Henry’s liking.

“Yellow compliments your blonde hair. Pretty short dress too so that’s in your favor. Leave your panties at home.”

“Uhh? You sure? What if Amanda...?”

“You heard me Harper.”

“Whatever! You’re really getting into this dominant stuff, aren’t you? Svetty won’t stop bragging about you. I just don’t get her. I mean ... it’s obvious she’s a major whore like me, but first she’s all on her knees, head bowed and obedient for you, then selling herself to that Winslow guy. I mean Win’ is nice and all, but can that last? I know how much trouble your family has with his punk ass kid.”

“Winslow’s a great guy. He just babies Knox now that his wife passed away a few years back. Sooner or later Knox will grow up. Who knows, Svetlana might slap some sense into the boy.”

“Svetlana says Knox watches her like a hawk. Thinks she’s hot but swindling his dad out of any future inheritance. I warned her to watch out for him. I’ll take your advice on yellow. Purple might be too overpowering for a meeting.”

“Going back to your question ... my meet with Amanda went better than I figured. She liked my incest scenes; we discussed the whole too close for comfort concerning appearances. I mean Mark’s daughters in the game do look identical to Dakota and Sable. I look like Mark; Emma looks like Piper. Mark’s ex looks like Josie.”

“You tell her I’m going to be Emma’s niece?” She began putting her dress on and smoothing it out over her hips.

“I did. Which reminds me, Piper came over here last night for the very first time. Josie was out cold, the girls were sleeping, so perfect timing. She sat down and watched the new scenes I designed of Mark and Emma during some BDSM. I used your reference material to build on. Anyway, Piper wants to voice Emma whenever I use her from now on. We recreated that scene last night and I recorded her moaning and screaming. To be honest I’m shocked we didn’t wake the entire house. So yeah, Piper doesn’t have a problem as long as nobody sues us for looking like the characters. I really don’t foresee that because Piper loves the idea. Josie always has. What bothers me most is when the girls see their characters develop into what I envision.” Dakota already had but wasn’t telling her father. “I mean I believe they’ll be fine with it, but I really don’t want them thinking I lust over them like that.” No, but Dakota had those thoughts without his influence. Faint glimmer in Sable’s mind’s eye.

“Too late and you know it. Hey ... I never did officially apologize for manipulating you with Dakota. I never should have let her talk me into that. I guess I’m showing my youth being pretty close to their age range. Immature I suppose.”

“I’m over it. You were punished enough at Cashanova and going home with Serina Black.” He put on some clean boxers hiding his erection from her for the first time since they had connected over his laptop. “Only problem is I’m really battling Dakota ever since that day. Her incessant need to be taught how to impress this Angus guy has ... gotten a little too close for comfort. Tessa? Can I confide in you without...”

“I would never betray my master.” She winked. “I adore you daddy.” She acted like Dakota briefly. “I learned my lesson that day so, go for it. You can talk to me about anything. I hope the same can be said of you someday. I might need an ear myself.”

“Being co-workers binds us, youngun.”

“Right! You know there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you Big Daddy.”

“Same here, oh, third daughter of mine. Yeah, I heard you were adopted by Dakota.” He laughed. “All good! Welcome to the family.”

“Thanks. Hoop earrings too much?” She models with them to her ears. “They might make for good cock rings.”

“Uh huh! Back to the confidential thing ... this teaching Dakota has put a serious strain on me. My dick literally stays hard these days. It gets difficult masking it around her. I’ve let myself teach a little too convincingly of late. Tess ... I licked her pussy. Hell, I came on Dakota. I know it’s wrong ... I’m fighting like hell. This incest saga I’ve incorporated into Frisque ... hits home.”

“Svetty and I haven’t helped, have we? Wearing those wigs that resemble the girl’s hair only punished you further.”

“You two having similar builds doesn’t help. Only thing different is your chests being larger.”

“Svetty is two inches taller than me.” Tessa laughed. “I get it! Hips, legs, tummies, clams. Anyways, I told you about my incest experiences Henry, so I’m certainly not looking down on what you and Dakota have done. I still enjoy my dad and stepdad on occasion.”

“Josie would have a nervous breakdown if I ever went all the way with our kids.” Socks on, blue jeans up he opted to search for a dress shirt in his closet out of her visual. “The other day was just too damned close. If Dakota keeps it up all of this bullshit might destroy my marriage.”

“With as much as Josie gets away with? Come on dad! Couples counselling would end up in a swinger’s club for you two. Look what you did Friday night at Cashanova. You had strippers all up on you, you all up in them. While I can only guess at how many guys Josie’s running with, you just know her numbers are higher than yours. No offense my talking about her like this.”

“None taken! I suspect that too.” He selects two dress shirts, one a button-down navy blue, the other a white with narrow black pinstripes. “Your turn, which one?” A fashion show was always interesting.

“No on the jailbird shirt. Navy with your blue denim is too much. Try again! You know neither of us really needs to dress up this is just a gamer’s meet. Do you really think Amanda Pruitt cares what we wear?”

“True! I guess I just feel the urge to look professional. I went dressed all slacker yesterday, but I want to change it up. I was even going to wear a silver tie with the navy blue.”

“No tie Henry ... unless.” Shaking her head rapidly laughing she made one thing perfectly clear, “You are not using any tie as my leash daddy.” She laughed.

“Who says that it’s for you? And I’m not your dad.”

“I know you’re not, but it’s fun to call you that. Better than master, that’s more Svetty’s thing. Fine! Go with the navy blue and silver tie. Maybe you can lead Amanda around with it.”

“Or Candace.”

“The secretary? Isn’t she like 50?”

“Age doesn’t mean anything unless she’s toothless, hunched over, and smelling like Ben Gay.” He chuckles putting on the navy shirt and buttoning it up. “Candy is a nice old bird.”

“You fucked her, didn’t you?” Tessa dropped her jaw.

“Both of them while we were alone yesterday. Don’t let on you know that unless they get frisky again today. I had them both purring.”

“Wow! No wonder you didn’t want me around for that meeting.”

“It wasn’t like that. The game is mine Tessa, yes you help design, but I created it. I value your input believe me. I just wanted to show Amanda my incest work without picturing Dakota sitting next to me. You plan on wearing that wig would remind me of her. Bad enough the incest episodes agitated the ole’ stiffy without you being there to physically inspire it.”

“How is this going to be any better my being there today? You’re going to still look at me like Dakota.”

“Today we’re going to iron out BDSM episodes with Amanda.”

“Ohhhh? Now I’m your guinea pig for her?”

“Do it for me? Do it for dear old dad.” He winks at her while tucking in his shirt. At least it wasn’t the white shirt he wore yesterday that had palm trees on it. Josie’s choice when purchasing it one year on a cruise, calling it his Bahama Mama shirt, complete with coconuts. Luckily not as a bra! That would really be embarrassing. He did look good in it though.

“So, you have storyboards for bondage?”

“I do as a matter of fact. Like I said Piper watched it with me last night. Voiced her scenes.”

“HA! Me too! We can compare them when we get there. I always plan ahead. Since Serafina, it’s made me visualize our every move on paper, then into animation form.”

“So, you’ve designed characters to add to Frisque that ... resemble Serafina?”

“Her brother Dom too. Sitting on his dick on stage was freaking incredible. It just screamed to be adapted, don’t you think?”

“True! But if there’s anyone who might object to their likeness being used, it’s Dom. Before we go too far, I should run it by him. I don’t want to piss him off if he ever watches the game.”

“Does he even own a computer?”

“Good point! Cellphone though. We can look the designs over, but before we go adding it to the RPG, we get his approval. Same for Sera!”

“I already asked her. She saw me draw a sketch of her while we laid in her bed. It just so happens Serafina likes to draw too.”

“Draw attention!” Necktie being threaded he looked like a bank teller in no time at all.

“No, she’s surprisingly talented with more than her tongue. I mean it Henry, she can draw. If anyone can get through to Dominic as far as modelling him for Frisque, it’s her. Did you know she had more brothers? All of them are as huge as Dom. She showed me a family portrait and oh, my god ... it makes me want to move to Kentucky. I’m serious all five are as tall and as muscular as Dominic. It’s crazy! Even their dad is big. Mom is dinky though. Too funny!” She laughed.

“Cornfed boys! I think I recall Sera mentioning that. Almost time to head out, you ready?”

“Just need shoes and perfume. I had a thought before you sign off. What if we apply all of the girls from Cashanova as part of the game? We should take pictures to use as positions for our ... your characters.”

“I’ll consider it. It did occur to me a few times that Frisque is basically an animated version of our lives. So yeah, but only to those who sign a waiver, so we don’t get sued later.”

“Better hit up Piper then considering she’s the biggest ho in your game.”

“That would be the ex-wife.” He chuckled, “I’ll see you at the office.”

“Yep! Piece out!” Peace too! She flashed him lifting her skirt with a giggle. “Get it? Me being a piece of ass ... and ... he hung up on me. You suck dad!”

Fidgeting a bit Tessa Harper slipped on her pumps and paused to look at her own family portrait on her bedroom wall. “I really do need to pay a visit to my real dad. I bet he misses me.” She mooned his picture for chuckles then grabbed her artbook supplies and laptop. “Especially my oiled up naked lap dances.”

So did her stepdad Wallace.

So many daddies’ so little time!

Calculated RisQ, Nashville’s branch office of Romulus Realms RPGs. An office dedicated on the sly for more adult software. One of only three such offices in the entire United States. Romulus itself called Los Angeles its home base. So yeah, home away from home.

Amanda Pruitt, like yesterday came in early, only this time she was beat to the time clock, if there was one. Her secretary Candace Morgan found herself too excited to wait on coming in at her normal schedule. After yesterday’s fun with Henry McKellen, she simply could not resist charming him two days in a row, even if the kid protégé Tessa Harper was supposed to be joining them. Before even coming upstairs Amanda just knew she was in for a jaw dropping experience. She had to laugh, Candace didn’t know what she was in for, so the jaw might droop on her part as well. Amanda’s trench coat should have spelled out mischief considering the temperature outside was already 80 degrees. Cooler than yesterday but the forecast did call for rain later in the week.

As the glass doors separating the main office from the outside world opened up, Amanda heard music playing. Wincing at the choice of music she had to enter with hesitance, this was so unlike Candace. Discovery that the older blonde with silver hair wasn’t at her desk that only left two places, the screening room or the lavatory. Amanda knew Candace couldn’t be in her office because only she had a key. “At least she made coffee.”

Going to her office and unlocking it, she closed the door behind her before shutting her blinds. Purse stashed first she untied her trench coat and removed it. Beneath her cloak she wore the most risqué outfit in her entire wardrobe. One that in reality only her ex-Dennis had ever seen on her. “My heart is racing a million miles a minute. This is so not appropriate. If I had any other appointment’s I’d be in a world of trouble.” Of course, like many sluts in the city she kept an extra set of clothing to switch into.

Beneath that coat she wore a laced up black leather bustier that was so tight her chest was ready to burst out over her confinement. “Why I even dare to wear this is only to inspire Henry now that he wants to incorporate BDSM into Frisque. If I’m going to be an Aunt Mandy in the game, I want to be the badass.” She giggled. “Candace is going to laugh her ass off. Especially with my imperfect body. Maybe Candace and I should join a gym, there is that fitness center LIFT KITty’s over by Cashanova. I hear that big boy stripper Dom Perignon works out there. That alone is inspiration on my part.”

Tugging at her leather skirt that rode really high on her hips she just knew her cellulite dimpling was going to moon the Miami Bitch, craters on the moon even. Yes, before relocating to Nashville, Amanda Pruitt lived in Miami Florida. Even she questioned this downgrade hellhole from her former job at Livewire Electronics. That gaming house went under its second year, bought out by Romulus, thus bringing her along with them. At least Dennis was still enjoying the beaches.

“These GoGo boots are going to come off once the meeting concludes. My feet hurt like hell.” Wishing she had a mirror in her office to check herself out in, she gave up guessing. “There is one in the powder room. Which I bet is why Candace is hogging it. My gut says that after Henry made her feel young again, she’s going to ride that high for all its worth. I’m glad she took part yesterday, but our ... intimate moments were unexpected. I’m really not bi ... but it ... shit! I forgot my flogger. I have to have it to feel in control.” Trench back on she stepped out and looked at the time on the wall. “Less than an hour until the meeting. I live twenty minutes away. Darn it! Now I know how Candace felt yesterday running back home on short notice. I really want to inspire Henry.”

Upon that thought the bathroom door opened up and out stepped Candace Marie Morgan. Yep! Jaw drops central! “What did you do to yourself?” Amanda flared her eyes at her secretary. “Someone spent her evening shopping and ... you got a makeover.”

“Be honest! Do I look ... fifteen years younger with my hair dyed?”

“Silver? You’re taking that silver fox tease seriously, aren’t you?”

“My niece is a hair stylist, so I begged her to fix me up. There’s a tanning salon next door to her shop so I got a spray tan. Too ... bronze?”

“Ummm? Silver and gold ... wow ... that is certainly a transformation.”

“How about my clothes? Off the shoulder white top too much for the office?”

“It’s not like we have customers showing up without any invite. Just don’t let those jugs fall out.”

“Push up lace bra. I borrowed it from my niece Debbie. We have the same 38D’s, only thing is my nips are ... vibrant this morning.”

“So, I see. I do love the white stretch pants; it excites your figure.” Cameltoe even, no panties? The Silver Fox was going all out. “That French braid ponytail looks incredible.”

“Thank you, Amanda, I even bought a pair of blue contacts.” She stepped closer to show them off, nose to nose almost, “Question ... why are you wearing a trench coat? Even with the air on up here it’s warm.”

“You might as well know. Don’t laugh at me or I’ll fire your ... ass.” Candace hearing ass turned to show off her buns and tried to twerk. While not perfect they weren’t horrid. Yep! Hint of cellulite, Amanda didn’t feel so bad now. “Please don’t twerk. That’s like shaking coconuts out of a tree.”

“You’re no fun.” Candace chuckled. “You aren’t laughing at me, so I swear I won’t laugh at you.”

“It’s your pink slit if you do.”

“Slip!” Surely Amanda meant slip. Removing her trench coat while facing away from Candace, Amanda took a deep breath and turned. Oh, those jaws! Too the floor as if she were mimicking an Acme commercial out of Looney Tunes. “Oh my! Are you planning on tying Henry up?”

“One never knows!” She smirked like a shark moving in from Miami. “I forgot my flogger at home. I really wanted to use it just to offer him inspiration. I really would find it great fun to be modeled into his game as Aunt Mandy the dominatrix.”

“Aunt’s Mandy and Candy.”

“Black and white! We are wearing the right colors.”

“I think you look hot. Just don’t whip me. I kind of like that whole domineering role play myself. We should team up and punish Henry.”

“For now, let’s just treat today as if it’s Halloween. Oh! You and I are joining a gym together. Enough of this cottage cheese in my backside, I want to look whole milk.”

“I’m up for that. I think yesterday opened my eyes. Henry made me feel his age. I can’t grow old and stale ever again.”

“You look his age now. Makeup does wonders, doesn’t it? We tone our bodies up we might start dating again. I say we get a personal trainer and revive our lives.”

“In like Flynn, Boss. Go grab your flogger, I’ll keep Henry and Miss Harper entertained. Do you think I could get away with a lap dance without ripping my leggings?”

“Who knows, Henry might do the ripping for you.” A wink left Candace to practice in straddling her swivel chair. Amanda running home broke the land speed record. She made it in fifteen, back in twelve. Va-Va-Vroom!

Tessa Harper hopped into her car after a brief interlude with a new hot stud resident there at Lucius Bodie Apartments. Happy now that Tony Gunther accepted the leased apartment, she was all sorts of turned on. It took jams on her stereo to control that inner lioness. It would be nice to actually have a guy she could date if she could entice him enough without looking whorish like Svetlana had. Her Star Wars t-shirt sure seemed to impress him.

Tony Gunther did look intrigued so there was always a possibility. Topic for another day she thought, Tessa knew she needed to keep her head in the game. The RPG that is! By joining forces with Henry McKellen this was her first real opportunity to make a name for herself. She had the confidence certainly, but the gaming world was unfortunately dominated by the male talents out there. She was more the scene stealer than the behind-the-scenes thief. If anything, her cuteness factor and next to perfect body was stolen by them in their artistic fantasies. Of course, here she was, being Henry’s character Mark’s quirky niece in upcoming episodes, so in a sense she was throwing herself into the mix. Why not have some fun and let the guys out there playing this game fuck her? Made her day either way!

“Why did I take this route? They’re working on the medians up ahead. Traffic is slow as heck this way. Not many options around it though, outside of housing divisions. Aw well! If I’m late, I’m late. Oooo! Cute hard hats.” She meant the workers.

Unknown to her mere hours ago Josie McKellen had herself a good time with these city workers. Ironic considering Josie’s hubby was Tessa’s co-worker. Small world after all! “I should flash them.” The blonde snickered, forced to wait as traffic snail paced their way through the cones on the road. “Dress doesn’t really give me the freedom though! Maybe tomorrow boys. Maybe tomorrow!” She at least blew kisses. A few of them even wagged their tongues back at her. You can bet those highwaymen were thinking of Josie. It did make a hot morning hotter. “Bye boys!” On the road again.

Fifteen minutes later Tessa had made it downtown to Calculated RisQ and parked with relative ease. With Henry not here yet she opted to wait on him and jam to her music. Seat reclined she lowered her sunglasses and fantasized about the city workers. With her short skirts easy access, it was a fast climax just before noting a new arrival. To her right Amanda Pruitt returned from home with her flogger hidden inside her trench coat. Spotting one another, Tessa swiftly sat up straight and casually lowered her hemline without being busted.

“Hey, Amanda.” She spoke with her passenger window down for ventilation. No use wasting fuel she had sat there in the heat, a thin draft sifting into a cross breeze through windows.

“Are you early or am I late?” Amanda mused trying not to faint from heat exhaustion.

“I’m thinking both. Let me grab my stuff, I’ll walk up with you.” A quick vacancy of her car Tessa grabbed her supplies and scurried to her front bumper where Amanda stood. “I’m dying in this heat and you’re wearing a trench coat? You a flasher today?”

“Close enough.” Amanda smirked. “Good to see you, Miss Harper. Henry told me you’ve been working up a storm on designs.”

“A sweat at least. Take my advice don’t be a porn artist it can get in your way.” She laughed, “If you know what I mean.”

“I’m pretty sure I get the idea. As long as the end results are steamy what you do in between designs is up to you. I’m certain Henry is the same way.”

“Heck yes he is.”

“Oh?”

“Come on Amanda...” Tessa shamelessly feigned a blush, “You blew him if I recall. I just took up your slack.”

“Really? So, you and Henry are engaging?”

“Me, my roommate ... I’ll shut up now.” She gnashed her teeth knowing Henry might get cross with her for admitting too much info.

“You’re fine sweetie! I think we’re all beyond the stealth mode these days. Whatever insures we make a quality game, I say go for it. What you do to inspire Henry is a good thing. Just don’t distract him so often he can’t meet his deadlines. He’s pushing those as is.”

“It isn’t easy let me tell you. Getting him through that incest predicament wasn’t pretty, but now he’s got it all down.”

“I agree. He shared the refreshed episodes with me yesterday. His daughters are gorgeous.”

“Don’t I know it. They’re really good kids ... young adults.” Shutting her mouth to avoid telling on herself for helping Dakota McKellen seduce her father, she simply changed the subject. “Are you cold?”

“Trench coats only here to hide my wardrobe. You will see soon enough. I wore something that I hope inspires Henry on his next journey in the game. He mentioned BDSM.”

“Oh, boy!” Tessa giggled, “Plenty of inspiration around for him to draw from. Again, shutting up.”

“Do tell!” They spoke on the way up the steps. Reaching the glass doors, they found Candace sitting behind her desk touching up her nails.

“I’ll let Master Henry tell you all about that.”

“Master?”

“Yeah! My roomie is like his slave even though he’s only goofing off. She’s crazy but she just can’t help herself in going full on for Henry. I mean he’s married; she’s seeing an old dude ... whoa! Did you hire a new secretary?” A third jaw of the day landed on the carpet. “You look ... amazing.”

“Awww! Bless you for noticing.” Candace bubbled up.

“I love the new and improved you. Good job!”

“I will never look frumpy again. This is me from here on out.” Candace stood up and shared a 360 pivot.

“No undies! Aren’t you bold.” Tessa coyly lifted her skirt to prove she had no shame herself.

“Okay! Enough! Save it for the screaming room.”

“Screening.” Candace once again corrected her boss. Surely, she meant screening.

“Henry’s running late too it seems.”

“I talked to him just before I left home. Heck, I even flirted with a cute new guy at my apartment complex and got here first. Traffic is kind of wonky due to road work over near his house, but I mean I passed through it.”

“Should I call him?” Candace flared her eyes with a hopefulness.

“No. It’s not like we don’t have the whole day to ourselves.” Amanda frowned, “Sadly my days are full of phone calls and rarely a visitor outside of you two and a couple local talents I’m grooming for some new gaming ideas.”

“New talents? Who?” Tessa peaked a brow. “I thought I was the new talent. You never offered me a new game to develop.”

“In good time Tessa. You’re less experienced than they are. Once I get a sense of what they’re like I’ll likely let you join forces with them as I’m doing with Henry. Henry survived on his own long before you, and eventually he can do so again. You were hired as a younger influence, to make him see the viewpoint of the youth. In the case of the new recruits, one is a married couple who have designed work for the big guns but were recently laid off. I suppose I shouldn’t call them new talent; they’ve been together five years now. The other is a rather nerdy chap which is incredibly talented with his artwork but dare I say it ... sloppy with his dialogue and interactions. I might need you to bring out his best.”

“Hold up! I’m designated as your artistic whore. First Henry, now nerd boy?” Hands on her hips she sneered, then easily laughed. “Is nerd boy at least cute?”

“Ivan is ... Ivan.”

“I have literally never known a single Ivan in my life. Wait! Is he Russian? My roomie is Russian.”

“Actually, I believe he is. He speaks fluent English mind you but yes ... Ivan Rubinov is his name.”

“Ivan Ruboneoff?” Tessa cracked up. “Yay me!”

“We can discuss him more in a few weeks. He’s moving to Nashville in a week from Boston so will need time to settle in. He has family here he’s moving in with.”

“Great! Mom and dad’s basement?”

“Does it matter? A brother, I believe he said.”

“Guess not! Hmmm? Another nerdy brother?”

“A doctor.”

“A nerdy doctor? Wait! How old is Ivan?”

“Twenty-four, I think? God this trench has to go.” Off it went right in front of Tessa. Thud! Bruised jaw yet again.

“Whoa! Sera ... I mean ... my friend wears things like that. She’s one badass bitch.”

“My ex- Dennis and I roleplayed Dominatrix and man slave. He loved it when I beat his ass.”

“I never pictured you to be like this. So, it’s just roleplay then.”

“I rather enjoy it, but I haven’t had anyone to improve myself on. I was just telling Candace we should join a fitness center and firm up. We might both find men again.”

“A cute fitness trainer would help.” Candace chuckled. “Lots and lots of sweaty muscles in loose trunks where his dick slips out.” She had watched a lot of porn in her day.

“LIFT KITty’s. My friend Serafina runs a massage parlor in the back. She’s ... a dominatrix ... the one I started to mention. She’s like 6’5, could be taller, and a bodybuilder. I bet she would train you. Her brother Dom might too but he’s for a better word ... grim.”

“Dom ... as in Perignon?” Amanda bulged her eyes. “Mister Footlong?”

“Uhhh? Yeah! You know Dom?”

“Only from a bachelorette party last year.” Candace brightened up, “He was hired to dance for my niece Melody. Debbie’s daughter. She divorced Rick already and if you can believe it now dances at Cashanova where Dom Perignon works. I think he got her the job. Her stage name is Songbird.”

“Crazy! I don’t recall any Melody or Songbird and I met a ton of dancers. I guess she might not have worked that night. My roommate Svetlana works there now too. Oh, and Henry is Dom’s new best friend.”

“Nooooo!” Amanda’s turn to drop that jaw. “I’ll have to have Henry talk to Dom about training us. Oh, my gosh! I don’t know if I could focus around him after seeing his dick.”

“Try riding that big fella.” Tessa rolled her eyes and fanned her face.