She followed him down the hall and as they passed what was the kitchen, she saw two girls in skin tight dresses in the kitchen. At the end of the hall...the driver opened a door on the left side, ushering her inside and closing the door behind her. "Alicia Marshall?" a woman's voice asked from behind a rather large desk. "Yes," Alicia stammered, trying to peak around the chair to see who was addressing her. The chair turned and Alicia watched the woman. She had long blonde hair, and was middle. In time my fantasies went further than she actually did.What if I could convince her to play with other men?I started bringing home the types of porn I would like to see her in. I didn't dare bring it up directly, just watched her reaction. I would bring home gangbang, big black bulls, lesbian porn etc...She watched intently but never said she would actually do any of it.However, when I would get her really hot and wet I would make reference to the porn and checked her reactions. She actually. I sense that you are wondering if I'm watching you. I don't think you can tell. I can see by the light that you have changed into a long t-shirt to sleep in. It stops at the very top of your thighs, and I can see that you have no bra on, as the shirt loosely conforms to your body's shape. I can see your legs, and they look so soft. I wonder if you can see the excitement you are causing. As I lay with the blanket partially covering my body. You seem to linger a little longer than would be. When she did, she wasn't wearing a towel or anything else. Naked. Said she forgot. Maybe, but no problem.She's a great-looking woman. About 5' 6" or 7". Broad shoulders, good legs, breasts all over her chest, but not huge or flabby. None of her is flabby. Tan everywhere but where the bottom of her little bathing suit was. Square face and jaw, full lips, dark brown eyes that see everything. Brown hair cut square to shoulder length, not frizzy or anything. Simple. No paint. Knotted gold studs in.