“Everything is as it should be so far Isabella.”“Good.” I replied as I felt my arousal level rise dangerously high. Then he held up a speculum...and said,“I just need to insert this into you vagina so that I can look to see that everything of okay in there Isabella, I promise that it won’t hurt.”I said nothing as I felt the plastic speculum slide into me. I didn’t see him put any lubrication on the speculum or my vaginal entrance so he must have decided that I was generating enough natural. She's about 12 years older than me. Saturday was her last day here I will be going back on Friday and then flying to Florida. I have been working with her for about 7 years and she has told everybody that she was lesbian. So I didn't think anything of it. We've been sharing that room for quite a while. I would get up early in the morning and wake up and tell her I was going downstairs so she could shower. I would go down and get breakfast and usually by the time I was done she would be headed. He holds out his hand, palm up, and I realize that I am less afraid of him, than I am of what I'll face driving drunk and furious, so I dig into my bag and hand the keys over. Cowboy walks away without a backwards glance and I bang my head against the wall, wondering how I got myself into this fine fix. Then I pull my cross out and palm it, muttering a prayer under my breath."Stay with me my angel. I need you." Cowboy returns and wordlessly takes my hand. I freeze and then wrench my fingers. "No one wants to see an almost 40 year old woman naked."I was actually 38 and, to be honest, I did get my share of looks. At 5'8", and 145 lbs, I kept myself in good shape. My shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes didn't hurt either. I worked hard on my body and to look good, and the looks and admiring glances were proof my hard work paid off. My husband came in the room and kissed me. "Lynsey, I'm sure any man would want to do more than look," he said. "Oh, you'd probably like that," I.