Jenna is very open to fantasies.
When she worked at BP I confessed to her that I secretly wanted to be a chicken. Sometimes I would have sessions with her wearing my beak mask. She was completely comfortable with that and never made fun of me. Sometimes I would book a session under "Chicken-Man". She said that seeing "Chicken-Man" in the schedule book always made her laugh.
One day before an appointment at IT I stuffed a hard boiled egg up my ass and wore my chicken suit to the spa. Jenna escorted me into the room and allowed me to set up my nest. When she returned to the room she was wearing a pair of farmer's overalls, rubber boots, a floppy hat and had a big old piece of grass sticking out of her mouth. You cannot believe how hot she looked with her massive jugs sticking out of those overalls!
Much to my surprise she had Paul play John Denver's greatest hits over the speaker system that shift and had arranged to time my release to "Thank God I'm a Country Boy!"
Well, my goodness, Jenna was incredible! She danced around the room and kept telling me how hot I looked. As our session was drawing to a close she dry-humped me like any farmer would do to his favourite chicken. Then during the release she allowed me to lay my egg. Oh God! Passing that hard boiled egg through my rectum as I shot my load into the sink was incredible.
And she didn't get upset when I started to cluck in glee with my egg.
Afterwards Jenna kissed me softly on the cheek and sent me on my way.
On the way home I stopped off at Tim Horton's for a coffee and gave the egg to a street person.
Talk about a win-win day!