Marcia offered me a coffee and doughnut and when I finished she asked..."Why do you have such a lump in your pants?" Holy bloody crummies, nothing get... past you," I said. "Well, it is your fault looking so hot. Since I was here yesterday, my thoughts were not up to the national electric code, and those glasses with the half-moons have something to do with the way I have been feeling about you."The work was done, she gave me a check and to my surprise called me into the living room."Mr. Hickey,. .don't," I heard the girl in the mirror quietly gasp in protest asthe fingers explored deeper, until they rested against her soft opening."No, please stop," she pleaded again in a panting whisper to no one.She tried to squirm away from the probing touch, but those strong handsallowed no escape. Those hands.MY hands.Her curvy, feminine body tried to wriggle out of my grasp, but I heldon. I grabbed her and spun her around, forcefully pressing her face andtits against the wall."Please let me. I found it was becoming a bit of a challenge to keep going until she told me she'd had her fill.So one night I just made a little suggestion that maybe she might consider a little store-bought help to help finish the job when I got tired. I mean, I've got to get up early in the morning. I'm on my feet a lot and I need my rest. It's not like I don't enjoy giving her some physical attention. I'd be a worthless husband if I thought only about my needs, but I needed to restore some balance. That's. I touched her face lightly to see if she was awake by any chance – no response. I dug my fingers into her ass – no response. I tweezed her nipples – still no response. I was confident that I had total liberty with her body for the next 12 hours. This was my dream Saturday Night. First I raised her hands way above her head. This position pulled her balls more up saluting in the air. The size of her breasts made my heart thunder. Impatiently I opened the first few buttons of her blouse to get the.