Mr C decided it best for Tara to dine with him tonight, at home. A shower was in order of course, and since she only had the show clothes with her apart from the frock, which had drying cum on it, she reappeared wearing a near see through robe and nothing else. The light blue robe nearly reached halfway to her knees and only had three hook and eye fastenings at the front.
Not awfully practical but it was the one Mr C laid out, so it must be the right one. Her Mr Callaghan would know best.
"Oh my, Tara, God but you take a man's breath away, oh I threw that stained old frock out, it's not going to wash out too well."
"So what will I wear when I go home? All I have now is the show goods but those are, um, not so good for the street."
"Oh, yes, I never thought, sorry, um, I'll have someone bring you something, never mind. So" Mr C gestured toward the sofa where Tara had improved Anglo German relations, and they sat there. "have you had time to process the day yet?"
"Sort of. I am still a little confused as to how, why, um, well why me really!"
"So modest, Tara, so modest." He once more had her snugly under his arm as they talked. "You have the very best looking body most men could imagine. I know you feel like you have a massive lack of education, leaving education at sixteen and so on, I get that."
He could read her so well she thought, and as often happened she wondered why he had never tried to have sex with her. Such a gentleman, he never talked to her like she was totally uneducated, accepting her life experience as an alternative.
Mr Callaghan continued. "But you just love helping people so much, your kindness and support is worth more than years of college and university. I have at least two factory line supervisors with PhDs and several university graduates working as little more than secretaries and packers because would be employers call them over educated and expensive. You have helped generate so much business already that with out any of their qualifications you, yes you Tara, have secured employment for these geniuses for years yet to come. Just think how much business would have gone uncompleted if you had waisted those years in a class room!"
He was unable to ignore the idea of how many students would have enjoyed her though.
"Snow with your ice Mr Eskimo?" He could instinctively read what people need or want to hear.
"So why you Tara? Because you are you and the very best you there will ever be. That's why!"
If she had any, Tara would have sacrificed a child to him right there.
His right hand had quietly found it's way onto her right breast and nipple minutes ago and teased her despite her not really knowing it was there. In the near hypnotised state Mr C had led her into Tara couldn't help herself. Her right hand was opening the trousers before she knew it, and after a few gentle pumps she had the stiff and hairy energy drink size penis deep in her mouth.
Quite soon Mr Callaghan's clothes were reduced to just socks without his cock leaving Tara's warm wet mouth. She even forgot to compare his hairiness to the sheep pigs, or Mangalica to anyone else. It was only when he rolled them into a missionary position on the sofa it struck her.
It was like laying with a scouring pad, rough and scratchy, very uncomfortable. Yet she began to cum as soon as the head of his meat stick parted her labia. 'When did I get so wet?' She wondered. "And why is the scratchiness turning me on so much?
