” “That would be very exciting, Amy; when can you come over?” he asked quickly. (A simple “thank you” would have been nice to hear.) She...thought to herself. “Tomorrow afternoon, around two. That way you will have time to get comfortable before we all get into anything,” she answered. “How’s that?” “Wonderful!” he exclaimed. “Watch the traffic off the interstate ramp; it gets pretty busy on Saturdays.” Amy closed her phone. (If he had just asked for only me, I’d be happier.) ********. Sol spaI had a heart to heart conversation with the spa manager when I showed up for my appointment at nine. She was a lovely woman and spoke impeccable English. She was a little older than the bikini-clad technicians running around the spa and, like most of the managers I’d encountered at stores and restaurants, she was not native.“I couldn’t wait to get out of dreary England and when this opportunity presented itself, I was packed and on a plane in a trice,” she said. “Now tell me what has. I need to get ready for my meeting,’ Emma thinks.She hurries and showers, gets her makeup on and dresses. The grey dress does look wonderful on her, and knowing the lingerie she is wearing underneath, and the feel of the silk stockings on her legs, Emma starts to drip.When coming back to her room with the money, Emma also brings the notebook. She has about fifteen minutes until she needs to leave, so she opens it and sees it is a diary of the fifty years of marriage of her parents. She flips. He grabbed hold of her soaked bikini bottoms and ripped them from her. He push his way in between her legs and started rubbing his coarse fingers over her dripping pussy. He then applied the juices to his rock hard cock and started stroking it quickly. Lucy, startled by the sudden roughness tried to push herself up from the table. She felt a firm hand push her back down and then she cried out in pain as another hand slapped down hard on her firm ass cheek. "Be a good girl" the aroused man.