The thought of the rest of his body made her clench her thighs and resist the urge to slip a hand into her tingling snatch.The plumber unpacked his to...ls and crawled under the vanity to look at the piping. As he lay on his back under the sink, Harriet found herself staring at the lump in his trousers. His cock, she told herself. It was a word that she hadn't used, hadn't thought about using, in years but after what she'd seen in the kitchen she'd used it last night. Hell, after what she'd done. I’d just had an incredible experience with this woman and couldn’t leave it like this.“Will I see you again? I mean like this?” She smiled and pushed the hair away from my face like a mother would.“Of course,” she said, kissing me, “I’ve waited for this for a long time, and if we’re careful, we can do whatever we want.”And so began the affair. Sometimes at her house when Mack was working, or occasionally at my workshop, but mostly at my flat above the pub. Friday nights became our date night,. She enjoyed teasing him and getting him all hot and bothered just by the sounds she made, the way she moved or posed, or how she looked at him. After each session, she would hurry back to her room and masturbate. Each time, she had the most intense orgasms, and often multiple orgasms. For two or three days after each photo session, Carol would masturbate thinking about what the husband and she had done at the last session and wondering if he was masturbating to thoughts of her. In the days. My Geisha girl handed me a pair of pyjamas and asked me to change. It was good to peel my shorts off, and put on something crisp and clean. I’d been wearing the fuckers for the whole week in Laos pretty much. Ever mindful that all my life possessions were in the pockets, I folded them up and put them beside my pillow. A few minutes later my petite masseuse shuffled back in and asked me to lie down on my front. Through the material of my shirt she kneaded the knots imbedded in my shoulders that.