As soon as the two women reached the curtain they were tearing at each other's clothes. Marin ripped the buttons off of Valerie's blouse, revealing a ...ot pink push-up bra covering two gloriously plump breasts. Rebecca felt Marin's desire as her own, pushing Valerie's blonde head down between her legs as her pussy throbbed with need. Valerie complied eagerly as she found Rebecca's panties and swiftly removed them, flinging them onto the floor. Marin and Rebecca worked together as a single mind. I parked and took the elevator up, and knocked on the door nervously. She opened up and standing there was a beautiful, statuesque woman dressed in a power suit and heels with a slight, tasteful amount of cleavage showing. It was obvious she catered to the upscale, businessmen types. I was not one of those! I felt out of my league, this woman was gorgeous and it was intimidating. She had a large master suite room and we sat down on the couch and started chatting for a bit. I was immediately. After she talked for a few moments, she told me that it was an important phone call relating to her work, and that our "therapy" session was done for the day.I moved the living room furniture back to its normal position while my mother talked with one of her colleagues, another lawyer. The session with my mother was an eye opening experience, and I found myself hoping we would do it again.We ate dinner that night as usual. She never brought up our private therapy session. In fact, she didn't. No doubt pitying me. “Great! Just control yourself; smile, and Mr. Suit will quit looking!” I sternly tell myself before wiping my eyes with the back of my hand “No doubt this is the time my 'supposedly everything' proof mascara stops working .” I groan inwardly, then I smile as brightly as I can in my current mood; all toward Mr. Suit, then turn to stare back out the window. Thinking of the party tomorrow to distract myself, Lauren, or Lilo as I called her, has been my flatmate since.