That was until I started working for Carol, a 50-something bombshell who was admired universally for her body as much as her business skills.When my m...st recent long-term relationship broke up last summer, she was great, checking up on me to make sure I was okay, taking me out for lunch to make sure I was eating okay and giving me time off to make new living arrangements. A few months after it happened, she realised I wasn’t going out much, and invited me to spend the weekend with her and her. She could not see how the waist belt was held closed. Apparently the vertical crotch cover also acted as a clasp of some kind. It ran from the front of the belt down over her sex and up between her ass checks to the back. She would need to see the belt disassembled to understand how the parts connected completely. The vertical band was very wide in front. She felt like a hubcap was riveted over her sex, the slight dome in the middle prevented her clit from touching anything. She tried getting a. "No, I'm Paul. Please ... I'm still Paul! Out!" Trying to wake up, Paul struggled to put together a coherent sentence. "Clothes, off, I need to take these clothes off! Why? Please! Reversed magic ... What am I going to tell my parents?" He looked up at Rosemary."Oh!" she burst out, sobbing, "Janice!" Rosemary staggered back to the dressing table chair. She pulled her dress up and used it to wipe away her tears. "It's been so long." She looked at Paul again.Paul waited until she settled down.. Taking my cup, I returned to my room to shower and shave. I looked at my phone quickly for the weather and saw that the day would be cold but clear. However, there was nothing outside that needed my attention. I pulled on shorts and a tee shirt and some warm slippers. The floors in this old house could be cold. I walked back into the kitchen for more coffee. It was seven thirty.“Thanks for the coffee, Gail ... What has you up so early this morning?”“I had a good evening, slept well, and just.