I was soon at her place and she let me in. I parked and then walked to her front door where she greeted me with a kiss on the lips and said thank you ...or coming. She was still in her corporate work clothes, black knee high skirt, with black stockings as it was going towards winter. Her top was a white and black pin stripped button up top which looked very sexy. Her make up was done and her face definitely looked prettier than usual. We went inside and to the kitchen where she poured us each a. It just felt right to say it.He did, standing patiently.The thought that flowed into her mind was like honey, pure and golden, moving slowly. She wondered where on Earth it had come from.“Help me with my robe,” she said, softly.This was crazy! She was going to get out of bed... naked ... and let this man put her robe on for her! She didn’t need any help. But she could already imagine it, feeling the sleeves of the robe sliding up her arms and over her shoulders. The front would close, cutting. Nor did he get his personal Casino Host to cater to his every whim and lust. That was my job, and it would always be my pleasure to please him in every way humanly possible.I leaned back against the headboard. As I reached for a cigarette, I felt wetness under my ass cheeks. Ah yes, it reminded me that I must have made him cum at least three times, not twice. He'd been surprised when I'd offered him my back door, but I'd been fucked anally often enough that I could survive it. I closed my eyes. She had a feeling that she was not that great at sex, but somehow people continued to look at her more like a sex goddess than a normal home made girl who would love to have serious relationships. People looking at her, was not something new to her. The very first place a guy’s eyes would grope would be her voluptuous breasts as they were firm, round and eye-catching. She never regretted for being the object of dreams for guys. She seriously felt there was no harm in letting people look. She.