The first thing we do, Joe...

Ulva follows Ms. Sandoval to the ladies' room. She comes back without Edith.

"Joe," Ulva says. "She wants to see it first. She's waiting for you in the handicap restroom."

"No hanky panky, Joe," Anne says. "All that is fine later but don't let her go too far."

Edith Sandoval's eyes go wide. "God, it's fucking huge," she says in wonder. "I've had, well, I hooked up a lot when I was in law school. Usually but not always black men. Guys that other women in my class had hooked up with, who said they were big, and also good and fun, and they were. I like big. You're bigger." She swallows. "Tell Anne yes, I want it."

"Thanks for all you've done for me, Ms. Sandoval. You helped me with Anne."

She laughs. "That was my job. This?" She shakes her head. "Go tell her yes, I said yes."

"Thanks." You tuck it back into your pants.

"You're a darling, Joe, I see why she wants you."

Back in Anne's car, after Ulva has had her piss and Anne has been to the loo, Anne turns the key.

"Where are we going?" Edith asks. "To your office, Counselor Lupino?"

Ulva says. "What do you take me for, Counselor Sandoval? For shame."

Both of them laugh.

"Anne, shall we return to the scene of the crime?" Ulva says.

"Well, we don't have Sarabeth's massage pads and blankets like that time. but I had Joe load the back with exercise mats and old towels." She reaches back over the seat. "Is your place clean?"

"As clean as the last time you were there, I haven't been there since last week."

Ulva laughs. "I thought you were going to say last month, Joe. Drive on, Anne, we're going to the young man's swinging bachelor pad."

"Probably tidier than my place," Edith says. "I never have anyone over."

"Get a houseboy," Anne says. "This one comes with a high recommendation."

Anne pulls up in your parking place and you carry in the mats and towels.

Anne waves her hand across your plain little apartment. "This flat is where Joe knocked me up, after pounding my masseuse Sarabeth and my lawyer Ms. Lupino full of prick, semen, and orgasms. Sarabeth was pregnant already. Ulva was careful. I wasn't. And Joe? He's on the male implant now, so you should be safe."

"I know, it was in the first draft of the pre-nup," Edith says. "Ulva, you know better."

"A lawyer has to try her best to represent her client," Ulva says. "I'm telling you to get fucked, Edith. In the nicest possible way."

Edith takes off her jacket and puts it on the hanger you hold out for her. "That's why I'm here, Counselor, the same as you."

"Get my shoes, Joe?" Ulva says, wiggling a black high-top shoe at you.

You're back and forth between the two lady lawyers, helping them off with their clothes and onto hangers or carefully folded stacks.

"A girdle?" Ulva says. "How dowdy and last century."

A pale brown nylon and spandex mesh hugs and shapes Edith Sandoval's waist.

"My mom wore them, so do I," Edith says. "This is really more of a waist shaper, girdles go down lower."

"Ah."

Ulva doesn't bother with foundation garments, other than a bra, nor does Anne, much. Or shapewear, you suppose it's called these days. Maybe stockings count?

When you FUCK HER:

For Edith: on a 7-9 choose two.

For Ulva: on a 10+ choose three.