“You must be starving”, Charlotte said in a timid Boston accent“I’m a bit hungry, yes, but I had breakfast on the train but it was pretty smal...”, answered Grace“I’ll take you somewhere small and special”, giggled Charlotte as she grabbed Grace’s arm.The two ladies, who could have been mother and daughter, ended up in an expensive little restaurant and chatted and ate lovely food for an hour. Charlotte looked like a college graduate and Grace like a shy first-year student. People were watching. "What was that?" She thought.Rachel soon found herself standing just outside of the open master suite door listening to a mixture of giggles, moans, as well as an occasional, wait, what was that? A slap? Knowing she shouldn't, she peered closer to the door.Inside the master suite she saw the glow of a soft light from a nightstand. What she saw next made her catch her breath. Leaning closer, she saw Mrs. Nicole Simpson up on her knees on her bed, naked, while Mr Mark Simpson was fucking her from. "But I had said it and we both knew that I did mean it. He put his face in his hands. All I could do was hug him and cry along with him."I promised to give him oral whenever he wanted it. I told him I'd give him the best blowjobs ever. Eventually, being the way that he always was, so nice and all, he told me it would be ok. So I thought we were cool with it."The call-in line was quiet for a few seconds. "No, I gotta be honest; that's not true," the Caller said. "He said it was ok, but that was. I felt like a glamorous showgirl being admired… no…worshipped like a sexual goddess. I wondered if showgirls are in a constant state of sexual heat from all the hot stares they get. I know I was warmed up. I could feel my panties getting moist.I slowly pirouetted so he could take in all of me. It all felt so wonderfully safe, secure and…naughty. I moved closer to him, slowly lifting my skirt to reveal the lacey tops of my black sheer stockings. Oh so slowly I continued raising the skirt.