Tears Of Emma: His Sex Doll novel Chapter 56

"Yes?" she asked almost in a husky whisper, "I mean this is all for my research." She added hastily trying to cover her slip, but it was too late and I began to wonder what to do with this new piece of information.

"Well, one time I went to Victoria's Secret and bought a pair of silk panties. When I got them home I just wrapped them around my cock and went at it, was kind of interesting." I told her cutting to the chase and using cruder words to see what her reaction would be. I was oddly surprised to see that she really did not have a reaction, almost as though she would have preferred that terminology to the clinical version. She quickly wrote down what I had told her.

"Do you fantasize during?" she asked next and as I glanced at her paper I could see that she was getting close to the end of her questions, which was good as I had a feeling I was going to need some privacy pretty soon.

"Sometimes, but generally no, I just think about the current moment and before you ask, the fantasies all very and there is really no consistent one." I told her and I could tell that I had indeed headed off her next question. She glanced down through the remaining questions a couple of times and then looked back up.

"Well, that's really I was going to ask you." She told me.

"But there are more questions on you paper." I told her playfully pouting.

"Yes, there are, but they are not really questions." She said.

"What do you mean?" I asked her suddenly curious and she turned that bright red color again leaving me with a good guess and wondering if I could get her to say it.

"What've I got?" I asked her placing my cup on the edge of the desk. She finished the sentence she was typing then switched to another window on her screen.

"Not a thing." She said looking at me with an odd smile that made me curious and suddenly brought back the previous conversation. She looked back at her desk, seemed to look around for a moment then opened up the middle drawer. She pulled out a thin manila envelope and handed it to me. "Have fun." She said with a downright sinister grin. The grin shocked me as I had thought her to shy for such a display. I took the envelope and turned it over in my hands looking at it then glanced at her curiously. She only shrugged and turned back to her typing. I stood there for another minute or so then went on to my office.

It was a Friday and I was dressed as I usually did on Friday. I had on a pair of blue jeans; they seemed to be a little faded, which they were. I also had a white pair of Rebook sneakers and gray pullover cotton shirt. The shirt had a v-neck that I usually did not button, not because I thought my chest was particularly sexy, but because I was fairly lazy when it came to dressing. A gold chain and thin patch of dark hair was visible through the open neck of the shirt. I sat down behind my desk and after putting my cup on the edge I glanced at the envelope again. There was nothing unusual about it and no writing anywhere. I opened the envelope and found a single recordable CD inside. After sliding it out I looked at the backside of it and saw that it had been recorded. Overcome with curiosity I spun towards my computer on the floor.