He's going to put his hands on me...he's going to get sexual pleasure from my body, and most likely my belly.' I knocked on the door. A moment later t...e door opened and an old man looked out, wizened with white messy hair. My butterflies were in overdrive now! He smiled a yellow-tooth grin and stepped aside to allow me to enter."Ah, you are hopefully Louise," he said as he gestured for me to enter. I returned the smile and stepped into the gloomy hallway of the old Victorian terrace house. It. Sometimes I would deliberately bend over in a skirt to “put things” on low shelves in line of his view. Standing up and smiling as I spun around and made eye contact with him or one of the many others.Today though, today was different. It was nearing closing time and Mr. Wilson had walked in alone. I asked how I could help him and he asked if I could put on an outfit he was considering purchasing for his wife, Judith. Knowing we’d soon have the store to ourselves I locked up and obliged.I. Your lower lips are now pushing themselves outward to receive their share of caresses as well. Your clitoris strains to be touched. Your inner lips are opening and throbbing ready for impalement. But not yet!! First my hands dip lower to move over your belly; Each a separate entity and both moving independently and in opposite directions. Your belly tightens and retreats from this touch; but only because the sensations are so deliciously welcomed. Your body slumps further down the chair so. Not that I blame you. If he’s half as good as you say he is, he’s a helluva guy.’ Abby smiled and nodded. ‘He’s everything I told you,’ she said, ‘Even when Lee was being attentive to me, he was never as attentive as Greg is.’ ‘How does he feel about you?’ Leila inquired. ‘I…I don’t know,’ Abby replied. ‘What do his actions tell you about his feelings?’ Leila persisted. Abby shrugged and felt her face getting hot. ‘Is he dating?’ the therapist continued. Abby shrugged. ‘I…I don’t know,’ she.