The sweat that pooled in her ass crack could always be smelled no matter how much mandy tried to cover it up. She thought it smelled kind of sweet, bu... every other guy she saw gave her a gross disgusted look when they walked by and got a whiff. It was the end of the night and dr. Steven's was alone with mandy and asked her to help with the nitrous tank in the closet. Mandy really had to take a shit. Like a brewing all day,coffee infused runny gigantic shit. Mandy really needed to go, but came. Her only failing was a lack of empathy and other, 'lesser' personal skills, which made her almost impossible to deal with, if she didn't see you as worthwhile.She kept her shining auburn hair done up in a tight, severe bun, away from her professionally-treated skin, and leaving her brilliant, flashing, emerald eyes clear. Her features were mostly Slavic, with high cheekbones and full lips, making her coldly beautiful - an ice queen. As busy as her work kept her, she still hit the gym regularly,. ” she said. Roopa was happily married and aside from the occasional bout of harmless flirting she never gave the slightest indication of having any interest in me. “Sure,” I said, “come on in.” “I can’t, Pinky’s asleep in bed and I don’t want to leave her unattended. Come down to my apartment. My husband has some imported liquors too if you are interested.” A drink is a drink as far as I’m concerned and so I closed the front door behind me and followed Roopa to her apartment, three doors down. I had Jenn wear her short black dress so I could discreetly finger her while she made the introductions and guided the conversation. Our day started two hours earlier making love. Her makeup hid the lingering flush of exertion that came from putting her through her paces.Jenn is my mistress. She is my lover and my slut. We share a rather unique relationship that works well for us. When we first started chatting it didn't take long for us to admit we could never be monogamous. We hadn't been for.