I liked what I saw.She was an older woman that looked to be in her late 40’s or early 50’s, but still quite attractive. She had short salt and pep...er hair, a thin body and was very tall. There was barley a winkle on he well tanned face. She wore a long light blue summer dress that cling to her shapely body. I thought to myself: “Why couldn’t all my older female clients look this nice?” Most of my pick ups were…”Well let’s just say not all that desirable. Most of my clients were rich over weight. I turned my back to him andlet the silk fall to the floor, delicately stepping out of them. BeforeI could turn, Stuart's firm hands were on my hips, turning me and hismouth was on mine, his tongue into my mouth, sucking on my tongue, mylips alive and reacting to this invasion which I had never experiencedbefore. I felt weak, possessed, helpless, but so alive and grateful forthis turn of events."I have got to have you," he said. "Don't you dare move."I stood, not knowing what to expect,. She couldn't come to grips with the feelings coursing through her and stimulating her private areas. Not only was her vagina dripping wet, but her nipples were rock hard, as they pressed against the thin fabric of the blouse. With a face as red as a beet, Mrs. Clark opened the door to the bathroom and hesitantly walked over to Greg. Without making eye contact, she dropped her bra and panties into his outstretched hand.Greg casually placed the bundle of undergarments on the table beside his. And what’s turning you on is the very fact that I’m rubbing your nose in these things for the first time. I’m right, aren’t I? You hate me for being right, but it turns you on even more than the feel of my hands on your tits.”“I don’t know. Maybe. But I’m through with all of that. I want to be happy now, I’ve had enough of you. Get your hands off of me and let me go.”“You’re in my house and you’ll do as I say!” Frank insisted. “Now, stand up and take off your dress. Come on, Naomi; once more.