’ Donna whispered to me as she sat next to me. ‘They’ll be calling the flight in 5 minutes boss lady.’ I replied. ‘Let’s save it to celebr...te tonight.’ ‘Celebrate or no tonight, I cannot wait to get back at you.’ Aleska purred as she sat on my other side. Both women had dressed very conservatively for this client, but that did not stop Aleska from pressing the best boobs money could buy into my arm. ‘Right… right, ok let’s just get through this.’ I said, thanking the lucky stars that I had. "Their fucking hands were all over my ass! That doesn't normally happen, when I'm wearing normal clothes". "Just means they fancy you, love" was not the reply she expected. What happened to the "tell me who it was and I'll break their fingers" kind of answer she expected? She thought to herself.As they chatted, Chas brought up her wish for a boob job. "I love your small tits" he said. "You'd love them more if they were bigger. Buy me them, pleeeease" she replied. "It's getting the money, love.". His blades had to be sharpened and oiled, clothing and anything else made of leather or fabric had to be cleaned and mended, and he had bags of harvested plants waiting to be turned into useful concoctions. He worked while invisible, not wanting a chance to train escape him. The first task he tended to was checking the burn on his back. The area was sore, but the ointments were doing their job and he just needed to change the bandages.The setting sun and his rumbling stomach eventually pulled. Why do I have these fantasies about her, she’s not my type, I’m married, my husband is a good man, our sex life is quite good. I’ve never been with a woman, yet she is my one fantasy. As I lay back on the bed, I picture her, her shapely legs, her nylon stockings, her breasts encased in her lace bra, her suit, in my imagination she unbuttons her blouse, her nipples standing hard in her white lace bra. I pull my skirt up, my hand touches my crotch, my pantyhose feel damp to my touch, my panties.