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it, then you don’t have to.”
    Each woman, including my guest who said she never felt herself, slid her finger inside the sleeve, frowning her face in disgust.
    â€œDamn, this feels real. I’m sold,” Serena said. “I might get two, in case Tyree wears one out.”
    Everybody laughed.
    Vivian looked at Kimara and asked, “Does your man have this?”
    â€œOf course he does. Once I slid that thing up and down his dick, that fool went crazy. And to enhance his pleasure, I stuck the bullet in the other end of it to make it vibrate his head when he went deep into it,” Kimara explained.
    â€œYou know, you would be a great consultant,” Ashley suggested.
    â€œDamn right she would. She’s a walking billboard on these products,” Vivian agreed.
    The last product Ashley ended up talking about was the swing, and of course it was brought up by freak-nasty herself, Kimara.
    â€œYes, we do have the swing, but I don’t carry it with me due to the fact that I can’t assemble it in someone’s home. Once it’s up, it’s up. But, I do have the box, which has a picture of it and the different positions that can be done with it,” Ashley said.
    Ashley passed the box around the room, and most of the women didn’t want to let the box go. They were impressed with the many positions that were possible.
    Once Kimara got the box, she asked Ashley, “So, have you tried it?”
    â€œI haven’t, but I have associates who have, and they loved it,” Ashley said, giggling.
    â€œForget swinging from the chandelier. We need this,” Shauna said.
    â€œHow much is it?” a guest asked.
    â€œIt’s two hundred dollars,” Ashley answered.
    â€œDamn. That’s a lot of money to figure out what else we can do when it comes to sex,” Vivian said.
    â€œThis coming from the one who would like to put a stripper pole in her house,” I said.
    â€œOkay, you got me,” Vivian said. “Great point. Maybe I should invest in one of these bad boys, too.”
    â€œFirst you got to get a man,” I joked.
    â€œWho says I don’t have one?” Vivian countered.
    This got me to thinking. Did Vivian have a man we didn’t know about? She was private like that.
    Finally it was the end of Ashley’s showing. Now it was time for her to go into a separate room to take us one by one to place our orders. This way no one knew what the other ordered. Privacy first and foremost, but most of them told what they were buying, especially my friend Kimara.
    â€œI need some nipple drops and some more of that edible oil that heats up when you put it on your skin. I need another pocket coochie. I want some anal beads, and some of that lubricant for the anus. And I’m getting that fishnet garter set. I’ve wanted that thing for a minute. And you know what? I think I’m going to get that swing, too. That position with her in the swing and the man eating her out . . . hell, I’m getting the swing for that position alone. He can do the front and twirl me around and lick the back,” Kimara said.
    â€œYou are so nasty. You let a man lick your anal region?” Dawn asked her.
    â€œDamn right. I’d rather have that licked than my poon poon. You never had that done before?” Kimara asked.
    â€œHell no,” Dawn blurted.
    â€œGirl, you don’t know what you missing. It’s a different type of climax. It tickles at first, but once you get used to it, it’s amazing.”
    I told the ladies to help themselves to the food I had catered. While they were getting their eat on, I was going to go pick out what merchandise I wanted. I went back last, because Ashley had to total up the amount of sales in order to figure out what my percentage of free merchandise would come to.
    â€œSo, how did we do?” I asked Ashley with enthusiasm.
    â€œWe did very well. The total came to $3,378,” Ashley said, and