“That’s interesting Frank, you will have to show me this place so I can better understand” she said and I told her I would be happy to walk her ...p there later which brought a smile to her face and I could see she was still very flushed as she sipped her drink, “OMG Frank, it is very warm in here” she sighed again using her phone as a fan, “Well you do have a rather thick skirt on Mrs Lane” I replied looking straight at her as she widened her legs a bit further to let the air circulate, “Maybe. I found it more interesting than I had expected. I used my housekeeper of the time as a willing guinea pig, and I talked to her about how I was going to get my clients.”“Just how much of this was a real need to make people feel better, and how much was you just being a dirty old man?” It seemed a good time to have a little poke at him.“I would need psychoanalysis to answer that one. It was never my intention to fuck them: in fact I asked them to sign a form of agreement which specifically. Fuck....I...." Esme came over and rubbed hisleg."Just promise me you'll at least think about it. Please," she said, withpleading in her voice. "You two are the best shot this kid has."Esme couldn't stop herself laughing. They both stared at her and shesaid, "I'm sorry. I am truly sorry. I just was thinking that," and shepaused, to come up with something that didn't make her sound like a totalbitch, "if your brother is someone's best shot, the end is nigh."Nobody laughed although Amber gave a. A colleague from her school, middle-aged sportiv and unmarried, lived less than a minute walkin-distance from my flat. We both knew him through our shared interests in french movies and general arts. So we walked to the movies with this idea in our heads and the descreetly vibrating thai-balls in Margots vagina. I was very excited by the idea that every step we walked her sensitive parts were softly stimulated. Than, seated in the dark, her hand found the way to the swelling under the cloth.