Toothpaste was splattered between her, er, ‘ums’. Her what? She giggled as held her handbag against her chest at the next floor and hurried to the...bathroom. Almost an hour later her father appeared with the blond guy in toe. He looked at her ‘ums’ and winked approvingly, presumably because the toothpaste had disappeared and the material had dried. But one can never tell with men. Perhaps he just approved. ‘Hi darling, this is Mr Bader who will be with us for three months to examine our entire. I know this because they always seem to be trying to rip out of whatever tight top she is wearing. She usually comes to visit after her workout and she is dressed in yoga pants, so I can admire her clam-shell pussy, and tight ass. She normally wears a tight shirt that does nothing to hide her popping nipples.Today was no different, and she had been there for about five minutes. We were chatting about some work she wanted to do in her backyard, and I was trying to not stare at her tits that were. " I may do it again. I've got to have more of these dos and I need a hostess. Would you be happy?"She nodded, afraid her voice would come out as a squeak. Nick smiled again and gave her hands a slight squeeze. He let go of them."Thanks," he said.Sally drove home happily. Nick was less happy. He should not have taken her hands. Apart from it possibly giving her the wrong message it had stirred up his wish to take her in his arms. He must never take advantage of her. He sensed that under the fire. I hope you managed to enjoy yourself despite women being heartless bitches,’ she said pulling her cell phone from a pocket. ‘I had a wonderful time, but don’t go now. Come in and have a drink.’ That sounded a little desperate, but what the hell he thought. ‘Well it’s not really encouraged for us to fraternize with the clients.’ She said looking up at him. ‘Oh fuck that!’ he said. Come and warm yourself up and you can call for your lift in a little while. ‘Ok! As you put it so charmingly how can.