Dana kept wearing these little two-pieces and doing all her business work lounging in the sun. We had some drinks...”“And then I seduced you and m...de you my bitch.” She scratched at her mask. “No reason to lie about it.”“ ... and then Dana convinced me to take off my shirt, and then she started asking me if I had a little girlfriend, and ... asked me if I could oil her back...”“And then what?” Dana asked. Derek sighed ... loudly ... The older woman exhaled. “For what it’s worth, you did. She held it for a few seconds as he sat down on vacant sofa.As ther was that much paperwork either side of her she bent forward to place it on floor.The blouse gaped and the cups of the soft style bra swung forward revealing nice firm breasts.He imagined how nice the nipples would be.He,d always found large breasts to be disappointing in the nipple dept,these looked just right.He knew she knew he had been looking as she didn,t have that reflex of adjusting herself when she sat up straight.She. Perhaps you thinkyou would have worked out by "Surrender to me" that it was the pantyhosetalking? Or perhaps by "try me on"? But have you never missed somethingthat other people think is obvious?So now I had worked out it was the pantyhose talking I tried to arguewith it."But I need something under you to avoid damaging you, why don't I justput on some boxer shorts?" You are not that well endowed," came the reply.I could not believe I was having a conversation with an inanimate object!"Look I. “I see you’re married, anyone I know?”“No,” she said pulling her hand back slightly out of reach. “I met him in college. He’s a photographer.”Clay immediately saw an idea. “Oh, no kidding; hey maybe we’ll hire him to do some more campaign shots. I never did like the ones we have now.” It was the perfect excuse for them to meet and allow him to size up his competition. Maybe her husband was a wimp ... someone he could dominate and show up in front of his wife.“Ah, I can ask him if he’d be.