The following week I was at his house again this time filled with excitement and passion. I wondered if he noticed me or thought about having sex with...me? I dressed in leggings which i knew would show off my ass if i bent over and a loose tank top letting him have full visual access of my bra. He was the kitchen cooking I walked past smiling at him. I started to make his bed and looked at the bathroom, remembering every detail of what i saw last week. I picked up his pillow and put it too my. The three Gestapo officers surveyed the scene outside. The majors were laughing at some joke she had not heard. She could’ve listened, overheard their conversation had she cared to and, for that matter, chucked them like javelins five meters away. That would have served no useful purpose other than serving those oafs right. She needed to distance herself from them as soon as feasible. ‘Enough buffoonery, majors,’ she snarled. ‘Since I have no desire to breathe the same as air as you two we’re. It beckoned, saying "Come to me." She smiled as she lowered her hands to her waist and turned, showing me that wonderfully built butt. I stepped fully into view then, still unsure of what I should do. She was only at the second showerhead, not 10 feet away.I stepped forward, and she leaned a hand on the shower wall and glanced down at my top. Instinctively, I pulled it up and off, letting my perky boobs fall out. She reached out and took it from me as I approached, balling it up and tossing it. We talked it over and the guys think you would be the best gift for him." "Gift? What do you mean 'gift'?" "We want you to entertain him, like you entertain your regular clients." "Why not run it through the agency and pay me the regular rates?" "Well, that would involve Barb and this is a party, which is not our ordinary policy. We don't book parties and Barb made that clear from the start. So, we need to work around her. The other thing is, your primary responsibility is to service Bobby.