”Arian was about two inches shorter than my husband had been as he stood at about five-ten. His body was well proportioned, and he had nice solid le...s that I was reacquainted with as he stood.He looked at me hard and the next thing that I knew, I was folded into a gentle hug. He just stood there and hugged me for a full minute. Finally, he let me go and pulled a chair out for me between him and Joe.So I sat. I was still a bit shaken up by the greeting. I wasn’t used to being hugged by hunks. It would be a chance for him to assess the days events as well. Mike was just a few years older than myself and had founded the company after a stint in the army. This company was his baby and he would do anything to make it work. He could be a bit obsessive about it at times, but his stubborn persistence was no doubt a key to his success. His efforts often produced tangible results and he had a vision and tenacity that earned him respect. Though he was generally amiable, he could be ruthless. Maybe even C cup...though it was only a roughguess since I wasn't very experienced."Wow," I finally said after a minute of silent examination.Then I turned my full attention to the space between my legs, noting thefact that my blue hair seemed to be 'natural'. And not only that but thelittle patch of hair down there was also neat and trimmed. But I didn'twaste much attention on my body hair, focusing instead on the treasurespot.A quick examination of my new soft spot proved that I was one. I have had the use of hermany, many times now since I first met her three years ago. She hasnever let me down when I have told her I am visiting her town; she is agood sissy and will drop everything at the behest of her Master,especially her knickers!Mostly, like all my sluts, I prefer her wearing her maids outfit uponmy arrival; as it is fit and proper for a sissy, fairy slut. As she wasin her late thirties, had her own place and seemed quite financiallycomfortable; she had a large collection.