You were ready for me.I couldnt hold back anymore, the professional was gone, I needed you. Now. I moved my hand under the towel and began rubbing you... Your breathing got faster, and you started letting out quiet moans. I slid a finger into you and a loud gasp escaped your mouth. You looked at me with so much lust, I felt the boiling warm feeling in my loins grow to a dangerous level. As I pushed my finger in and out of you, you looked down between my legs and grabbed me. It sent shivers. Everything about Miss Frobisher was fast. Her little sportster was a manual transmission, which a bit unusual for a woman to drive, at least back in that day and age. But there was much about Miss Frobisher that was unusual for a woman. Of course, I didn’t know how to drive stickshift myself, so I wasn’t about to say anything. I determined that I would learn to drive one. At least that was one inadequacy I could overcome. She barely talked to me either. I wondered if she was angry with me for. Only this sensation was colder. Exactly how long had Lacey been there? Had she seen anything? She wasn't quite sure how to proceed, so she walked back to her desk and took a seat behind it, taking care that her demeanor was calm and professional.Lacey shifted, as if waiting for an invitation to sit down, and Susan decided that maybe she didn't know anything. Unwilling to believe it for certain, she tentatively offered the only other adult-sized chair in the room, and took a moment to study the. "Hmm," she said eventually. "Not too bad. We need to sort out your hairthough. Come along." She got up and I suddenly realised that I was toaccompany her out of the apartment. "Don't worry," she said. "It's only ablock away. A friend of mine has a salon. She normally closes earlier onFridays, but she'll be staying open just for you today." As we wereapproaching the door of the apartment block she said quietly, "Now takemy arm and walk slowly. Take ladylike steps. Try to look confident, butdon't.