SWIMSUITS AND MODELS

It was great to have my Tomas back ... I'd really missed him ... God, what would I have done if he hadn't survived the attack in my office? I shuddered at the thought.

I loved to work with him, he made everything so easy ... and so much fun!

We descended to the lowest levels of crudity as we bitched and gossiped away about each of the models and what we would do to them or what we thought they could be into.

'She definately a 3 way entry!' Tomas chuckled at the image of a gorgeous blonde with a shapely backside and a wide mouth.

'He's definately a mirror and hand job', I replied showing an image of an absolutely gorgeous fella who had a look on his face that screamed 'the only person good enough to do me .. is me!'

As I outlined my plans Tomas fell into action amassing the troops and calling all parties involved, it was a hothouse of plans, negotiations, shouting and myriads of images of beautiful people revealing acres of naked flesh.

i ran through the final ranges and instructed the various modelling agencies to arrange for the models we had picked to be available for fittings.

'looks like we'll have to add a little extra material into these trunks', Tomas nearly squealed when he said this as he held aloft an image of a male model whose visible package made him look much more like a porn actor than a clothes horse ... 'you must let me oversee this fitting personally ...' he was slighty breathless as he spoke.

'You dirty little boy', I laughed.

'Little' he cried, 'honey this boy is making me anything but little right now!'

I looked down at the front of his pants and could see exactly what he meant ... the dirty BIG boy!