I looked at her like a dog looks at the bone.A few weeks passed by, our kitchen routine started to match but we never shared a word. Strangely enough,...I never once did meet her in person. The kitchen was the only place I ever saw her.But that wasn’t the case with her husband, he and I became good acquaintances as we both had matching interests. We chatted about politics and the news frequently. I never mentioned his wife to him as it was never the context neither he ever mentioned her or their. She opened the curtain and got in pulling me with her. At this point, I need to describe her: She was a few years younger than me, Dirty blonde short hair, about 5'4” BBW, large soft 44 DD breasts with large aerolas. She had shaved her pussy, because, even though she was a BBW, she had a bikini and she did look good in it. She had a nice firm ass.In the shower, she groped me hard, she grabbed my cock hard and told me she was going to do everything she could to make me come all night. I rubbed. "MASTER then told me he was going down the street to see someone and would be back before my appointment was over.To tell you the truth I was really looking forward to seeing the Doctor this time. He was young and good looking and from the way he'd flirted with me in the past I was sure he'd want to use me for his personal slave if he got the chance. I would never have wanted to go out with him but he hinted regularly that he'd like to go out with me."The Doctor will see you now!"The nurse. At the same time I moved my hand and cupped her knickers in between her legs, gently in a rubbing motion, as I started to do this she lifted her hips and removed her knickers, then placed my hand right on her pussy and pushed my finger inside her, which it slipped in, she was wet. By now our eyes had got used to the darkness, and you could see just(if you know what I mean). I looked at her with a puzzled look, she turned her head and looked over and a little up to where our friend was lying in.