It might be for a week or even a month. He owns a villa just outside of Paris. It should be fun." "It's going to be tough getting away, but I'll try."..."I need to know by tomorrow at noon, no later." "I'll try." Kate ended the call and stared down at her espresso. "Is this for real or just a fairy tale?" she asked herself. Monday morning Kate checked in with her supervisor to ask for a week's leave of absence. At noon she called Rob. "Hey," he answered. "Okay Rob, I'm all in on the Paris fling.". I felt like I should have been more excited, but I just wasn't. I set thebagged nylons and surveys aside and continued going through my mail. Junkmail went in a trash pile. Bills went into the bill pile to be handledevery two weeks. But there was another envelope that didn't look like abill or junk mail. The letter inside read:Dear Andrew White:We are a market research firm with a wide range of clients in the retailindustry. We help evaluate employee training and corporate complianceusing real. For a second, my heart leaped in my chest, beating feverishly. I could feel beads of sweat on my forehead. In the dim light of my room, all I could see was the obscure outlines of her hairy cunt, her thick bush covering her cunt. I was encouraged to go further, so I began rolling her panties off her thighs. It took some effort from me, but slowly it rolled, moving along her thighs. Once her panties were off her fleshy thighs, it moved easily. I slid it up to her knees and let it be there. Then,. You are pretty good at this stuff. Ooh, that was a good one! Now can you slowly turn around now and look back over your shoulder at the camera... keep that pretty smile!" I said.Mom did as I asked, slowly turning as I took pictures. Seeing how comfortable she was getting in front of the camera (or maybe it was the wine) made me decide that I wanted to see how far I could go with my "model". I wanted to see if I could get her to pose sexy for me. I had my stash of magazines and had seen loads of.