Tears Of Emma: His Sex Doll novel Chapter 55

"Sorry." She said then put her notebook firmly on her lap as though she had made a final decision, "Could I ask you some questions, kind of interview you?"

"Sure." I said with a smile shrugging m shoulders.

"Kind of personal questions?"

"Yeah, why not." I told her again leaning back in my chair.

"Well, very personal questions?" she seemed to be losing some of her uncertainty.

"Sounds like fun." I replied with a smile. She seemed to accept my answer and after another glance at me looked down at her notebook.

"Do you masturbate?" She asked and I could not help but cough in surprise. She looked up quickly then just as quickly looked back down and began to close her notebook, "I'm sorry." She said as she began to stand up.

"No no, don't worry about it, I didn't realize you meant that kind of personal. This is for that research paper thing, right?" I asked her.

"Yes, it is. I just thought that maybe, but I don't think it's a good idea now."

"Yeah, its fine, sit down, fire away." I said leaning back into my chair again after recovering from the initial shock, "What was the question again?"

"Well, do you masturbate."

"Oh, yeah how could I forget that one." I laughed lightly breaking her tension and folded my hands under my chin, "Yeah, I do."

"How often, would you say? On average?" she asked, she was trying to keep her voice clinical and professional, but I could tell that she was quite nervous.

"What? I don't get to ask questions?" I told her in mock shock, "relax, and I guess I would have to say probably three times a week, though my record is three times in one day." I answered proudly and pretended to pound on my chest. I caught the glimmer of a smile from her in response and knew that she was starting to settle down.

"I might answer a couple of questions when I'm done, fair?" she asked looking over at me for the first time since she had started asking questions.

"Yeah, that'll do."

"Well, if I had my choice I'd prefer to watch a woman getting off while I did it." I told her and smiled, she blushed again instantly and turned back to the previous page in her notebook.

"What time of day do you usually do it?"

"Pretty much whenever." I told her.

"Do you have a preferred method?" was her next question after she had jotted down my previous answer. I laughed at her question as an answer popped into my head and I decided to run with it.

"Should I just do a demonstration for you?" I asked her except I was only half kidding by that point in the conversation. She blushed deeply again and as she looked up from her paper her eyes seemed to hesitate on the edge of the desk wondering what was beneath it.

"No, that won't be necessary, but thanks anyway." Then as she looked back down she added as an afterthought, "although, perhaps." And she left the sentence hanging. She was defiantly gaining confidence and I was seeing the part of her that I had thought might lie just beneath the surface but had not know for certain.

"I don't know if I have a favorite method, although one time." And I stopped with a laugh at the memory. She looked at me and her eyes seemed to be waiting for me to continue.