She smiled and waved. ‘Time to check my email,’ Tracy said in an undertone. As she turned back to her screen, she was pleased to see an email from...one of her favorite clients, Mrs. Hillson, requesting a centerpiece for a dinner party. Mrs. Hillson was Tracy’s favorite type of client: wealthy, appreciates quality, knows what she wants but also allows Tracy artistic freedom. Attached to the email was a photo of Mrs. Hillson’s dining room and table, a ten foot rectangle which was almost as big as. I hear footsteps coming closer to the door before a soft knock, then a sad voice. "Gracie I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. Please, just come out and let's pretend that never happened." He whispers through the door, his voice sounding pained."Why did you do it?" I ask, the one question that has been running through my mind."I-I don't know. I miss women Grace, you have to understand that. My words got the best of me. You know how I use to sweet talk women in high school to make them jump. I enjoy your company.”She stopped what she was doing. “Tom ... be careful what you are saying ... I might be getting ... ideas.”“Your body is so beautiful.” He said sniffing her hair.“What about ... my body ... TOM?” She said kind of breathy.“Karen, may I speak my mind? Will you be offended?” Karen had an idea where this was all going, and her heart was leaping.“Well ... no. One should say what is on their mind I suppose.”“I love the smell of your hair. I love the way your neck curves to your. Without saying anything, she climbed on top of him and started kissing him, pressing against his crotch with her palm. Zach couldn't say he was shocked by the reaction, nor was he displeased by it, afterall a good half of their conversations had been perverted in one way or another. He wasn't shocked when she unzipped his pants, either, grabbing ahold of his dick and squeezing. "Oh, I've been wanting to do this for months..."She whispered in his ear, her free hand trailing around behind his.