She was always on some machine working out with the intensity of a mad woman. The best I could get out of her was a ‘hello’. It seemed that anythi...g beyond that was out of the question. One day while doing my usual routine on the Universal, I again caught myself sitting there lost in fantasy as E.B. Girl did her thing on the treadmill. I must have been lost in thought for several minutes thinking that no one noticed when suddenly she stopped the machine and turned around.“Are you looking at. Sweating and hot and unbelievably gorgeous. I could feel the wetness starting between my legs. Wow, where did that come from? "Hi." That was all he said before Liz came running up with the camera and loud mouth. My nipples just kept getting harder as I watched him with her. He would just smile at me, like he knew what was going on. My pussy was dripping and I didn't know why. The man hadn't even gotten close to me. He motioned for the muscled hunk to come over, whispered something to him and in. "Imagine my amazement when I saw the woman of my dreams sleeping in the fields near my home in the rain - looking so strong and untamed as if she were some elemental force of Nature. I knew at that instant that my fantasies had become reality." I'm only too happy to oblige! Don't take this as a destructive criticism, Mr O'Toole, but rather as a constructive suggestion, but wouldn't it have been even better if you had had a large mirror on that wall facing you so that you could have seen me. ”“Well, just the things we put in the advert; answering the phone, taking bookings, keeping the files and generally making sure the office runs smoothly. You wouldn’t need to get involved in the spanking side of things,”. Then added thoughtfully, “unless that side of the business interests you, of course.”Goodness, this wasn’t at all what Millicent expected when she applied for the job. But what’s the harm, she reasoned. She would be happily filing, keeping the calendar up to date, answering.