I went there with a different product in mind. The lady was so sweet to tell me he was made of icky rubber and smelled funny and stuff.
She led me to the prostate massager section. She smiled when, after her presentation, I expressed an interest in a realistic approach.
I had the white one in my hand, she took me through the demonstration. I was impressed. While I was about to pay, I saw my boyfriend on the table, standing proud. I said "You'll think I'm an idiot but..." and ran to my boyfriend, grabbing him and pulling him to the counter.
From that moment on in the conversation every sentence of hers ended with "Dear" "Sweetie" or "Darling". I'm not joking. Every sentence. "No sweetie, it is just your nature, I don't judge." Seriously, that was her reply.
I'm so happy with him. I held him against my pixiestick, comparing of course, and you know... I have just never known what a cock is. I am 1/3rd of his size, and simply couldn't match his girth. What a champion dong my boyfriend is!
Tomorrow I will have a happy slurp fest!