Stroking me slowly, pulling me up then sliding her hand down the length of my shaft. You drip some oil onto your breasts, and start teasing your nippl...s.‘Let me speak to him’Sarah hands me the phone.‘Feel good baby?’‘Oh fuck yes. It feels good’And you find your hand has wandered down and into your panties. Your finger easily sliding into your already wet pussy. You watch yourself in the mirror. Your hand in your panties. Your legs in your sheer stockings, your naked breasts gleaming with. Had I meant what I'd said, would I really work to keep him safely anonymous? Yes, unless he made me do otherwise. Would I try to do this on my own? Not if there was a chance it would hurt Amy. "Jimmy" was right, she had missed too much of her life already. I wouldn't risk the rest of it.I looked at the clock and it was 5:00. In spite of feeling like I had been up all night, I felt awake and refreshed. I crawled out of bed and stretched. It was going to be a busy day. I got on my running clothes. They were allwondering where he had been hiding you because with all your lovingtouches and kisses, everyone believed you two have been a couple forquite some time. I bet Tony was happy with the outcome and yourperformance."Mother arrived and we all sat on the patio as the food was cooking, andwe enjoyed several mimosas, that I had prepared. It was a pleasant day,with a nice breeze and blue sky as we just sat there, enjoying eachother's company.I served the food and refilled the drinks as Mom. Janet McGuire, a cracker-jack gynecologist of about 35 who had developed a downtown practice catering to career women. Then the young James Bock had shown up just out of medical school for a job interview. He got the job ... and Dr. McGuire, too. Within days the former heartbreaker was wandering around her office with dreamy, unfocused eyes. After each "consultation" with her younger partner, Janet emerged looking even more flushed and dazed. The women who worked with Janet sniggered, guessing.