I had all this time on my hands, why not put my cock into my hands too so I started masturbating several times a week”, he laughed then continued. �...�Oh, I used to have sex a lot when I was in my 20s but all that changed as I got married and into my career.” He wiped his brow and started rubbing his crotch slowly. “All my life I had abstained too much from this pleasure so I feel I should enjoy as much as I can while I still can.” He paused and I nodded in agreement an asked how that went. . "Maybe," Denise said. After seeing the videos, she was curious what she looked like."I hated being a fat woman," Susan said with anger in her voice. She wondered how she had managed to live like that. She started the second video and watched it shaking her head. After it was over, she said, "I hate the person that I was at that time. I never want to be that person again." You like yourself more now?" Denise asked. She wondered if being a slut was a better deal than being fat."Definitely," Susan. He wished he could talk to her like that, with no guards up, he wantedto ask for her number just so he could have a real conversation with her, but did not act on the impulse. He spent the next days painting the upstairs. He was pleased that she had chosen more colors this time. Her room he painted a pale blue, and he couldn’t help picturing her sleeping in the room. He thought she must look peaceful when she sleeps, not at all tense and withdrawn. The hall remained white, but the office was. .investigation of her bedroom. The first time, my heart was pounding as she kissed me and said that she off to do her rounds and wouldn't be back for at least a couple of hours. As soon as she went, I was up the stairs, standing at her bedroom door. I took a deep breath and opened the door, I had never seen inside her room. A large double bed, beautifully made with a cream silk covered duvet sat in the centre of the opposite wall from the door. To the right was a large wooden wardrobe, to.