"Can I get you something to drink Helen?" he stammered, suddenly struck by nerves like someone 40 years younger. "Thanks, but I've already ordered, t...ey're doing it now" and with that she turned round and walked to the counter. Matt thought she must be walking like that deliberately, her pert backside sashaying to the counter, her tight pencil skirt accentuating her great figure. Coming back, she put the cup down and threw herself down onto the sofa. It wasn't in the first flush of youth. P requested for you. To see if it fits." "Can't you just check it against my sizes? You have them on file." "No, not possible. Just change over by the mirror, and don't mind me I won't see anything your mother hasn't." Too true, I thought, Madame was trim and healthy but she must be at least sixty. Arranged on an oak valet next to a handsome cheval mirror were the items for me to model, whether for Madame's approval or her mere amusement I wasn't sure. I picked up a white babydoll nightie by. From where Will was sitting he wouldn’t be able to see anything that he couldn’t out on the streets. An attractive, provocatively dressed lady, pacing to and fro. Every now and then I stopped, looked at my watch and then off into the distance, hoping he could use those actions to create a fantasy of him watching a girl who was waiting for someone who is running late for their meeting. I knew that even without the room’s ‘special effects’ I looked good enough and sexy enough to arouse most men. To this day I still think I overdid it hammering her that night, and since then the sex grew hotter and more erotic. We did it in the shower, on the stairs, on the roof, and even in the bushes where no one was looking. It was strictly sexual. No strings attached, no commitments, and no bullshit. Basically we were fuck buddies which was fine by me. What we didn’t do was phone sex which was not her thing. But one day at the teacher’s lounge she started sending me pictures through my cell phone..