A real knockout, one any man would be proud to call his own.She looked thoughtful now, resting her chin on her right hand as she gazed at me. I felt a...bit apprehensive -- sometimes she got the craziest ideas, and they were always preceeded by that thoughtful look. She was up to something."You know, hon," she began, "words only hurt if you're afraid of them. What could we do to help make you less afraid of the words these silly boys use?" I dunno, mom. It's not like I can just get bigger and. ." Sure." She looks around, anxious to be sure they are not being overheard. Anatoly smiles encouragingly. He knows that the best way to avoid being listened to is not to look as though you are saying anything of consequence. "But eventually the man I had spoken to stopped me in the street quite unexpectedly. I was bundled into a car with some other men. They told me I was being arrested and took me away..." What??" Absolutely!" But why? It's a long time since your cruise missile protests. I. My feet. You know that nothing turns me on more than a foot massage. It's like there is a direct nerve from my feet to my pussy and you know just how to stimulate it.My pussy is throbbing in anticipation of it's turn to be bathed. As always, you respond to my needs as if by magic. Your soapy hands are caressing the insides of my legs then up to my hairless mound. I part my legs and you cover my pussy with your hand then begin to rub gently back and forth. One finger has slippped between the. . is that alright honey?"Sighing at the thought of another wasted weekend I said, "Sure it'll be fine. What do you want me to wear?" He said it's pretty casual during the day then I think a nice cocktail dress for dinner."After we finished dinner John went into the den to watch a Lakers game and I cleaned up the dinner dishes. As I washed the dishes I thought about Rick and his wife. I had met Rick a couple of times at office functions but I had never met his wife Jilly. Rick was somewhere in.