She swiped back and forth a few times before, lining me up and slipping onto me a little. All I could do was lie back and enjoy what was happening.“...ow about these decisions, are you sure I need to talk to you before all of them?”Like an idiot, I just grinned.“Nothing to say? Fine, I’ll just…”When I felt Nicola lift up a little, I stuttered to life.“Well, not all of them,” I said.Nicola reversed direction and dropped without pause; I slid in without issue until she was sitting on my hips.“Good. I would purposely show my boobs and navel. But he didn’t see me in that angle. I thought that I was wasting my time, as he may be impotent. If an attractive girl is around you alone for 18 hours a day, one must naturally be tempted! This man acted as though I did not exist. But I was wrong.On the third day, when he was in the toilet, I curiously peeped into his papers. And I was flabbergasted by what I saw. He had made nude drawings of my curvaceous figure. My boobs, my slim waist, my thin. As she talked, the client casually removed her shirt. Unhooked her bra, revealing breasts so soft that they almost begged to be felt. The client them removed her shoes and socks. Then she unbuttoned her pants and removed her pants and thong in one motion. As she bent down to remove them, Jenny noticed a tattoo on the small of her back. Standing up, she saw that her feminine parts were well cared for. Not just shaved, but perfectly waxed as no hit of hair or stubble was found between her. She had never told her friend that her husband still remained blissfully unaware of her extra-curricular activities. She wanted it to stay that way. She lied to herself – one day, she would stop. One day, she would get all of this sexual obsession out of her system and go back to being a totally devoted wife and maybe, even a mom. The ‘other’ Linda knew that wasn’t reality. She had succumbed too much to the temptations and the kinks to ever be able to go back. Colleen surprised Linda last week..