I can feel my pussy begging to be touched. The electrician won’t be on time, I am sure I can get a quick shower in. I had just gotten stared when I...hear the doorbell ring, “shit he’s early.” I hop out of the shower and quick towel off my poor, unsatisfied pussy. I guess I can try again later. I throw on my robe and dash downstairs. I open the door to a very sexy, mid thirties, electrician. He has salt ‘n’ pepper hair and a killer smile. My pussy twitches as his deep voice say hello. He. I made the necessary calls to reschedule my meetings and I of course did not tell Mandy of the changes.The day of the supposed trip she kissed me goodbye and casually reminded me that she might not be home if I called before eleven."Tanya and I are going out for dinner and drinks." Well have a nice time sweetie. Say hi to Tanya for me. Tell her not to be such a stranger. She needs to stop by and visit once in a while."I drove to the airport, parked in the short-term lot and then hit National. The girls did their business and clicked back to the enema booth for their rinse, then back to the rest room for a second release."What kind of lubricant would you like, dear?" The lady smiled as Kathy knelt across the table for the third time. "We have quite a selection to choose from." Spanish Fly formula, please." Kathy replied politely."Oh, I'm sorry, dear, we're not doing stimulants tonight because its 'The Story of "O".' We have rough or fine sandpaper, first, second or third degree. He remembered how good sex had ben with Nancy. What . the hell? Last night with the widow was good, in a way, he thought. But the widow had to put something on it. (AdProvider = window.AdProvider || []).push({"serve": {}});Somewhere in the back of his mind hovered a quiet guilty thought: Nancy had been expecting him to come home since last night. The answering service! He remembered. He scooted over to a corner phone booth and checked in.“Mr. Warner, Nancy has called every hour on the.