As she walked to the surf I watched her formidable buttocks hug and swallow some of the cloth of her bikini bottom, leaving each cheek half exposed."O... boy," I muttered as I got out of the Jeep. I quickly stripped my shirt and tossed it into the car. That left me wearing black and red swim trunks.Michele turned around. "Oh, please. Don't even pretend," she called out."Pretend what?" That you want to keep those on." She pointed at my trunks. "They're nice but I bet you're itching to wear your. The woman didn't seem that interested in hearing how I got the number. She jumped into questions about looks, sexual experience....which was almost none, and then gave me an address and time to meet for an interview. I asked what the interview was about and expected to hear from her what I knew already. Instead, she directed me to bring proof of age and be on time. She hung up without a good bye. Initially, I felt insulted by how rude she was and thought I might just skip it all together. But. She,d only put on the new transparent negligee I,d given her as a wedding gift on which highlighted her perfect body and my cock stiffened at the sight. Instead of her usual beehive she,d combed it till it fell to just above her breasts, her eyes seeming to glow behind the long lashes, lips painted a blushing pink, her neck slim and sexy falling to the broad shoulders she needed to support her titties. Her tummy wasn,to all that slim with wide flaring hips so easy to hold onto whilst fucking. She has only been here for a couple of months." Why is she changing her hair colour?" asked Jacqui, interested."She has no choice," answered Martha, "because we don't have any hair dye here. Stella, in the green, is famous for her use of her tongue in the most unlikely places. You can sometimes hear her clients screaming with laughter all over the House." How does she manage that?" asked Jacqui."You'll have to ask her that yourself," Martha replied, "I don't care too much as long as they pay.