"M-my god," she beamed while involuntarily reaching out and softly caressing the tennis ball size head, "it's fine!" "You're my girl fucking sex toy," he selcted while increasing the pace of his stroking, "and from now on, when ever I fucking call, you come, got it!?!" "Not to grief," she nestled brightly, "this has nothing to do with my health, it's just something that came up, so after I get chest let's meet for lunch, okay, and then we can plan our strategy for that presentation!" After flashing her a wan smile, he barely was able to reply, "I-I feel like I have just been named by Attila and all of his huns!"