I could see that she was lubricating. As I fussed with the towel I let my finger slide the length of her slit. She was incredibly, grippingly, wet. ...I knew I would be able to help her get off and probably multiple times. Joe came in the room with a bottle of massage oil. I sat down on the chair and watched. He started with her shoulders and neck, working slowly down her back. I could tell that Beth was getting really impatient and really aroused. I could see between her legs from where I. She ended up back in the loft and retreated to the massage room. A trembling hand shut of the lights and oily darkness fell.She stopped and took a breath. The room still smelled of feminine musk. She closed her eyes and tried to think. She needed a plan. She needed an escape. She needed something. Bethany collapsed in the corner and sat down holding her head in her hands.Though the music had been left it had long since run out. All that there was to hear was a low buzz of white noise and a. She pointed to the front door and Frank followed her directions. Hello&hellip,.Laura? he knocked on the door. Come in, its open Frank. She replied chirpily. Im coming in now. He hollered as he opened the door. Back here Frank&hellip,. She called from the back of the house. Are you okay Laura? You seemed shaken&hellip, he asked. Im better now you are here Frank&hellip, she appeared before him in a towel, which she dropped at his feet. *Click, click.* Laura, what are you doing? Im old enough. The next day, Ray wandered into the office again, a money order in his hand.As he handed me the money order, he quickly apologized. I told him that it was OK to pay a little late, because, at times, we all have struggles.“No,” Ray declared, “I shouldn’t have said what I said yesterday.”I was totally lost because I hadn’t given our conversation any significant weight.“What did you say?” I asked.“I told your son you were a ‘hot momma,’” Ray replied. “I should not have said that.”I laughed.“That’s.