“Oh, my, that was quick, I’m very impressed. The advertisement only went in last night. You are really on the ball! I’m Miss West and I am th... manager here. May I ask your name and a few personal details please young lady?” Miss West said in a polite, confident voice.“Yes of course.” Replied Wendy, trying to match the manner in which Miss West spoke. “My name is Wendy Elliot and I live on the West side of town, just 15 minutes from your business.” “Can I have your age, height, dress size. It's sobeautiful." Are you wet?" he asks, his breath catching. "I wish I was there tohelp." I wish we had done this after rehearsal. I wish it were my hands onyour cock right now. Stroking you. Or my lips ... sucking you." Iclose my eyes and keep masturbating thinking of him thinking of me.Thinking of having Ellen's body: her curvaceous hips, her roundbackside, her large, soft breasts. Thinking of the beautiful face I'veworn and seen reflected back at me so many times. Thinking of all themen. "It's been awhile," I said moaning and feeling my cheeks turn red. He smiled and moved in and out of me. "I like it." He moaned into my ear. He pulled out, turned me on to my stomach, pulled my butt into the air, and slipped back inside my wet pussy again. He went into me even further. He pulled my hair back hard and I cried out."Dang! Easy on the hair!" I said. I felt him slap my butt hard. He slapped it again as he thrust over and over into me. He pushed into me one last time cumming deep. During normal days he would stay at home. I was happy and I thanked my son for his concern.My happiness was short-lived. Rahul would leave the house early in the morning and would return only by evening, leaving me alone at house for the day. It was only during the weekends, that we would be together in true sense. I was again getting frustrated.Finally, my son suggested me a way to keep myself busy. He introduced me to computers and especially to the Internet. He took great pains in explaining.