Chapter 15

My only thought as we made our way to the last shop was, 'How am I going to last 10 days to Thursday of next week and Dr. Wang?' Thank God the girls' reservoirs took a week or so to fill up.

The last shop of the day was intended as a safety measure just in case either of the two prior shops had bombed. I guided the energetically bouncing cockteasers into the discreet, but very expensive, jewelry store that was just down the street from where we had left my car. The fittings here in this shop were simpler, but just as personal.

They took the ring sizes of each finger and toe, and measured the waist, neck, and forehead sizes. The female clerk then simply lifted their shirts up and measured the nipples relaxed and erect, as well as the distance between the two nipples. Noticing Sally's pierced nipple, she cleaned it and checked if it was still patent. It was. The clerk also measured the thickness of the flaps around their navels, and skillfully stimulated the clitoris of each girl and measured the length and breadth of it while erect. Cunt lips were measured as well. Both women, as well as the clerk, were breathing raggedly by the end of the measurements. It seemed to me the clerk had enjoyed - and drawn out - the session. Janey was slightly shaken by it, more by her response to the woman, than was Sally. Janey had yet to learn to simply enjoy the pleasure received from sexual stimulation, whether from a man or a woman.

After things calmed down a bit, we went into a private showroom. Colors were discussed, and skin tones were matched against color charts. For being so similar in appearance to Sally, I was surprised to learn that different colors and stones brought out Janey's highlights. Janey favored rubies and red colors, while Sally was absolutely stunning in emeralds and greens. They also had different tastes in jewelry, though equally expensive. Each picked out a favorite bracelet. I selected a necklace with rubies and one with emeralds, and we left.

After what had happened so far today, dinner was surprisingly uneventful. Apparently, the expensive trinkets I had purchased for them had bought me some good behavior by my lovelies, as there were no arrests for indecent exposure in the exclusive restaurant. The owners had waived the strictly enforced dress code for us as I had rented a modest banquet room out of sight of the main customer area. I had warned the owner that my guests might be underdressed for his establishment and, after seeing them, he rolled his eyes. He was also very apologetic

"Mr. Sampson, forgive me. When you asked for, no, insisted upon female service personnel for this evening, I misunderstood your intentions. Oye! Now I understand. My waiters would break every dish in the house tripping over their tongues if they were to serve these two magnificent ladies. Please, come this way down the back hall. I appreciate your discretion in this."

As he walked away, leaving us in a sumptuous room, all three of us heard him mutter, "Lucky bastard. Some guys have all the luck." Our laughter met the arriving service personnel, all attractive young women, all in very revealing attire. He had misunderstood. I wore a shit-eating grin all through the meal. I only got kicked twice under the table, too. One of the serving wenches had tits "out to here", but her top didn't quite reach that far...

Dinner was light fare. We still had the ball game to go to. I left an overgenerous tip as Sally glared at me in mock-rage. At least, I hoped it was a put-on.

The conversation in the car to the ballpark was sparse, but not strained. Sally, I think, was still trying to figure out what had happened at the Rosen's clinic. Of the two of them, she was the one more in tune with her body. She knew something was different, but wasn't sure exactly what it was. Janey didn't seem to notice anything.

I had arranged for us to have box seats at the game, right above the dugout on the first base line. Sally and Janey loved it. As a cheerleader, I think it was the first game Janey had been to in a long time that she didn't have to stand with her back to the action.