.. that was the word. Ripe, without an ounce of extra flesh... a figure that care and exercise had made the equal if not the envy of the average woman...fifteen years younger than Lauralee Blodgett. The petulance and boredom had disappeared from her face and her eyes were clear and sparkling.She pushed through the little gate that led to the prescription department, with a nod and pleasant word to the new assistant pharmacist, and seated herself on Ray's desk... one long tanned leg swinging and. Since then our friendship began well it was not my trap or cheating, but it was our pure mature decision to indulge for love making and her satisfaction too. She was dry for at least 8 to 10 months till my husband’s comes and fuck her lust. The biggest advantaged was her horny lust towards me and my desire of my night dreams. I do not want to bore with long narrations so coming to straight on our dates it was my approach first to call her on date. She hesitated at first but her laughs told me. Itscoordination began to falter and it stumbled in its heels and sometimesit simply stopped in the middle of what it was doing, unable tounderstand what it had been doing and how to proceed. The Owner had no romantic ideas about retiring slaves and while he hadderived special entertainment from the object, this had always beenderived from its pain, not from its sexual prowess. Standing in the mainroom of the club he called a brand new slave object over. This objectstill had its male. Her clothes were often simple, floral dresses or leggings with loose T-shirts. The thing which got my attention though was she clearly went braless.Now normally my choice of woman would not have been as described but over a period of several weeks I became fixated with her. Her daily routine became almost a study course for me and I was fascinated with her body, the soft movements within the light cotton fabric of her clothes, the ample swell of her breasts and the tantalising glimpses of bare.