She handed me my drink with a smile. I looked into her dark brown eyes and smiled back.I took my cup, wrapping my mitts around its near scalding hot, ...aper sides. Fate chose a seat for me at a counter that ran along the floor to ceiling windows and face out to the traffic and outside patio. Only one spot had the requisite number of empty seats that would allow for both personal space and the spreading of classwork. To one side was a blonde and to the other was an Asian girl.The Asian looked at. His boss and his fat co-worker were waiting. “Amy will take you to get waxed. Body hair is something a man has. Not you. When you get back your new work clothes will be waiting."Humiliated, Ian followed Amy out of the office. His head hanging low. Ugly Amy grinned at him as they got in his car. "Lets go." She ordered. The Fat woman directed him to some hole in the wall massage parlor. Apparently run by her sister. In a small private room Amy had him strip down. Ian hesitated, uncomfortable with. I got spooked and ran. You see it was from this point I noticed she started wearing sexier clothes, sexier as in tighter fit, showing more cleavage etc..not the leather skirts or anything like that just no more “mom clothes” she usually wore. Well, one day I was sitting in the living room when Pauls mom walks over to the kitchen table reading a magazine (you can see the kitchen table from where I was sitting). She sat down in the chair facing me, when lo and behold, I saw the most amazing. " When she arrived at her asshole she switched to "Beautiful Dreamer." And when she did her cunt, she sang word to "Chattanooga Choo-Choo."She dried herself off in front of the mirror and made sure tocover herlovely bodywith allsorts of effervescent aromas. She sprayed her underarms and her crotch, used a bit of powder on her nose and finally slipped into a one piece dress. She wore no underwear nor did she use a bra. She combed her long dark hair into place. Then she took a seat in the.