„Kein Grund für eine Entschuldigung, ich liebe deine Schambehaarung. Du bist wunderschön, weißt du das? So unschuldig… auch wenn mich die Wahl ...einer Unterwäsche heute doch etwas verwirrt hat!“ Mit diesen Worten öffnete er mir den Arbeitskittel und die Bluse, so dass meine Jungmädchentittchen in ihrer ganzen Pracht offen vor ihm lagen. „Nein… bitte nicht weiter“, stammelte ich. Aber er drückte ein paar Knöpfe an der Steuerung des Behandlungsstuhls, so dass dieser etwas nach oben fuhr und die. ?Okay? Now on all fours? Face the bucket, look up here at me and keep those hands clenched behind your back while I demonstrate want I want done.?Obediently kneeling, knees slipping across the damp floor as they spread beneath her, facing toward the bucket as she clenches her wrists behind her back, she peers through the mask’s slits as he reaches over, shoves his hand into the bucket, retrieves a sopping bristle brush. Watching him step around, position himself behind her, his left hand. The fat girls at school were not suppose to be desired, so why did this 40 year old woman have my attention. My interaction with her was minimal. If we crossed paths while outside it was polite conversation, small talk. How could she know that same polite young man would look out at her from his bedroom window, while massaging his penis. In fact I did anything I could to get a peek at Judy and her lovely body. When she would be laying out sunning herself, the lawn would magically need. I wanted to see her breasts. I wanted to fondle them and get to know her body more intimately.She put up a token resistance to my hand tugging the sheet. It was not a serious attempt to keep covered. The sheet slipped down to around her waist and revealed her tits. They were small with inverted nipples and looked out of proportion with the rest of her. Helen was quite tall, had quite wide hips, but her tits were very small for her body size. I cupped one, which fitted in the palm of my hand.