Some excellent massage cream and me laying down on the floor was all she needed.The first few minutes were all normal massage but then she said to tak... off my clothes in a matter of fact way without batting an eye.A bit nervous but knowing she used to do this as a living, I complied.She too removed some of her clothes for ?ease of movement? she said but only to her very short shorts and low cut t-shirt, without bra.I have to admit, it was hot and I can see where Julie got her hot body from.She. You grab my thighs and spread them more. You put your face in the crotch of the body stocking and reach your tongue through hole into your cunt. You cautiously enter me with your tongue. Also afraid of getting your tongue pricked, you gently push the nail clippings in further inside. 'Double Bastard!' You take the opportunity to lick at my clit and labia to give me a shiver of pleasure before withdrawing your mouth. You command me to bring you more water. There is a little bit of a thrill. Sanity returned. Horrified at what she had done, she had thrown her dress on, stuffed her underwear inside her pocketbook and bolted out of the entire office complex. She had driven home and plunged into the shower as if somehow the hot water could wash away the incredible folly she had just committed.When Steve finally got home, she had pretended to be asleep. He snuggled into the bed and she curled up against him. Trying to lie still so as not to disturb him, she had finally dropped into an. Mid-twenties, married to older, successful, career men. My husband is a concert promoter / band manager and is in a prime position to get the pick of the up and coming, barely dressed, blond bimbo's who are looking to break into the music biz.I must admit this was me when I first met him, dancing around a pole as I sang Tina Turners Private Dancer. He was checking out the club for an upcoming gig for a band he was promoting and hung around to meet me when we were both through. I fell for his.