Shuddering herself, Shanna sent her hands up again. Applying more pressure, she began kneading those muscles.Time in that cool, darkened room seemed t... stop. All that existed were Shanna's hands, Anelie's body. Her fingers pressed into muscles she herself had given the girl, long hours of training forging her lean power. Shanna traced the edges of what lay under the skin. Teased. Caressed. Her hands almost seemed to have minds of their own. Shanna did not notice when they slid down Anelie's. ?Well I'll be goddamned,? said Wayne. I looked at him, wondering if he would kick us out immediately. ?You sure you ain't a cop?? he asked.?I'm not a cop,? said Mark.?And her neither?? he asked, leering at me.?She's a waitress.??Yeah, figures,? said Wayne. ?I got half a mind to spank some of the waitresses here, spillin' every damned thing and takin' thirty minute cigarette breaks. Like they're queens or somethin', right???That's exactly right,? said Mark.?Well, you wanna spank her in this here. "Here we are." Frederick's of Hollywood? Who exactly are we shopping for?" I grinned."Me. You. Barb," she smiled. "I thought I'd buy her a little present. If I can get her at least a bit interested in looking sexy, maybe she'll open up a little."The hours flew by after that. Heather and I spent the next few hours picking out this and that, trying things on, and giggling like little children. We had a great time. Heather picked out something lacy and white for Barb -- "White is the virginal. . Wow, I saw her face and about fell off my chair! His wife is Janie, one of the higher up managers at my office! I had always lusted after her body in my mind and never missed a meeting with her . . . she is pretty conservative in the way she dresses and she wears one of those bras that hides her nipples from showing . . . but shit, I have seen how nice and big her nipples and areolas are and that she does have a great neatly trimmed bush that I love . . . and have seen on hamster! I couldn’t.