After dinner, Linda pulled Dakota aside.“Dakota, can we talk privately for a minute?”“Sure Linda, what’s on your mind?”“Well, as you can s...e, I like your mom and I was wondering how you might feel if I asked her to move in with me?”“Linda, my mom can do whatever she wants. I can tell though; I have never seen her happier than tonight. I am happy she has found someone to love.”“Thanks, sweetie, this means a lot to me, and your mom.”“What are you two talking about behind my back?” Rachel walked. If they had told methat instead of my normal male self, a college student from Notre Dame,I would be an attractive twenty-five year old woman with a husband andtwo children, I would have laughed so hard tears would have streameddown my face. But I wasn't laughing now.Here I was, that attractive woman I spoke of, trying to make sense outof my job. I had come to accept my new life, and even enjoy my roles asa wife and mother, but on the job, I was frustrated. I had been hired totell the stories. She sometimes yearned for those long legs that stretched out for so long. And she loved her memory of those voluptuous breasts that she’d not so fully enjoyed since their first night. ‘Amelia’s free at the moment, so I’ll take you in.’ This was almost more than Emma had hoped for. She’d got used to Betty, successfully hiding her reluctance, offering her body in Amelia’s stead. Betty took Emma into Amelia’s study where she was lying on her back on a divan reading a manuscript wearing only her. This went for 2 more months every weekend. But I started to bore with all this and wanted something different.So I messaged him one day that I need the service. But I want something different as it is not that pleasurable anymore. After some time, he texts me back, asking what kind of service I want. I said it’s up to you how you make it different this time, or maybe I will have to find someone else.He texted me back, that what if I give you a blowjob this time instead of a handjob. But he must.