As I sit in my chair taking a closer look at my strap-on, I cannot help but wonder, is it bigger than hobson’s aching phallus? I’ve just finished taking a call from a client in Singapore, who is intrigued with office role play, and is curious about my black strap-on. Why does it look so damn erotic? My Office has become a most comfortable and therapeutic room! In fact, I have been overwhelmed with phone calls and emails from men wanting to know, what’s my secret? Perhaps it’s my hypnotic English voice, or my alluring and seductive perfume, or my incredibly figure hugging outfits, purposely designed to accentuate my curvaceous body! Or perhaps I just want to delve deep into ones mind! Mmm . . . it’s all of those things, and . . . . well, I’m not going to give it all away! My silky crimson lips glisten as I beam a smile. My smoky eyes lock onto hobson’s pressed trousers, almost as though I can see through to his caged cock! “Come here hobson”.
I grip hobson’s hair with my leather gloved hand and thrust his face onto my black strap-on. Now that’s erotic. Watching him taking the full length, sucking, licking and tasting it, just as though it’s a real meaty muscle waiting to spurt it’s heavy load right down his throat. I wonder, is my black strap-on bigger than hobson’s pulsating cock?
