Arriving at the sky-sc****r building of her new employment, she slowly looked up at the modern building, one of the many phallic looking symbols of ma...'s conquest of the natural environment. The thought of it being a 'man's world' crossed her mind but then smiled at the fact that it was a 'woman's universe'. Angela needed a cigarette to start the day properly and retrieved an Alpine filter-tipped cigarette from her Glow-mesh case and perched it to her red lips but couldn't for the life of her. ” Paula reached over to pet one of my dogs, “Who’s a good girl? Who’s a good girl?” she cooed. 'God, I wish she would rub me and say those things.' My cock jumped a little in my shorts. After several seconds, she stopped and looked closely at my legs. Paula straightened up and asked, “Are you wearing pantyhose?” “Yes, I am.” My answer was barely a whisper. “Why?” I don’t know what came over me, I clearly wasn’t thinking straight. “Because it feels fucking great. It makes me super fucking. I want you to take a bubble bath right now, not a shower. Women find something spiritual about a bubble-bath. I'll light some aroma therapy candles for you."With a silent nod, I followed Britney down the hall to the bathroom. She threw a scoop of bath salts into the bathtub before turning on the water. Once the tub began to fill and bubbles began to rise, she lit several candles. She instructed me, "First, wash your hair, but don't get your face wet and ruin your makeup. Then, I want you to. So now I had some time to think about this. And I came to the conclusion that I didn't know what to think. Was she cheating on Dad? Kind of. Maybe. Yes. But not quite. Was she lying to us? Absolutely. "And we always tell the truth in this house!" That line was drilled into me, by her, for years. Oh gawd...Mom picked me up, we had an uncomfortably quiet ride back home.I went up to my room and shut the door. I just felt so weird, seeing Mom naked was so confusing. I mean, she's always been 'the.