Soon your clit hood is on my fingertips. I deftly raise it up and start just barely sliding over it. Just the barest of touch, don't want to spook you...in front of your client...yet. I love your reactions too much though, your squirming, you very subtle pelvic gyrations. I love doing that to you, so I rub a little harder at your clit, a little more playfully and then a little faster, ramping up the flicking as my other hand enters a finger into you, then two. Your skirt is practically hiked up. So anyway, this studio of mine is in the bedroom. I myself sleep on a loft bed in my living room. I tried the futon thing, but it just didn’t make me feel like I was at home in my own home. So I traded it in for one of those beds with a seating bench were the ‘first bunk’ would be and a nice firm mattress up by the ceiling. At night when I can’t sleep, I like to reach up and trace designs with my finger on the stucco. I think it’s good practice and it helps me focus my subconscious mind on. I laughed and said wait until it is finished. I then changed the builder’s work and sneaked in a shower complete with changing area etc. Move on a couple of months and we had finished the builders cleared off at lunchtime and the women started moving in. All women just moving in files and personal things all the desks etc. already in place. My last job was to stay make sure everything was working and that the staff knew how everything worked. The staff were dressed casual for moving in apart. Anna was never satisfied. As soon as she got one thing, she was on to thenext. Now I needed a haircut so my long disarray of pony tail would lookmore like a proper head of hair. I didn't do it that night. But from then on I had to either wear thedress or bring it with me and change into it. Anna could get really meanand shrill about it. Then as soon as I was in the dress came thosebewitching kisses. Then back to the hair theme.My mother sort of liked the dress. She stopped with me at a.