He pulled away just far enough to run his eyes down her entire body. Maggie looked down to see what he was looking at. The strap of her dress was pull...d down on one side as his hand and fingers were on her breast. Her tanned legs were bent up with her feet resting on the edge of the seat, her thighs parted slightly. His other hand was between her legs underneath the dress which had risen up to the top of her legs. Maggie used this pause to examine his shorts. She wanted to see how to release. In as much as she dresses conservative, I have gotten a few furtive looks up her skirt and she has dynamite legs. With the few times I have rubbed her shoulders for her and taken a peek over her shoulders I could tell that she wore strapless bras as her breast needed no real support. My wife and I had met her in a large city to do some shopping for the weekend. Not knowing I would be coming, she only reserved on room at the hotel and this weekend several conventions were in town, so there were. Good luck,’ he said. ‘Thanks, Tom. I really appreciate your help,’ she gushed. ‘No problem. Glad I could help. Let me know how it goes,’ he said, signing off. The next evening, Bonnie met with Steve Inhalt and his wife, Ingrid Solberg at their home in West Vancouver. Steve was a financial consultant, and apparently a very successful one. Ingrid was an interior designer. They both worked out of their lovely home, high on the mountainside, overlooking English Bay. The trio met over a glass of. He waved to the waitress and asked for a round. He started the small talk by asking her about her day, she said that it was a terrible day, and that it was hectic ever since she got to work, the closer it got to quitting time the more she was ready for a drink. She had looked down at her counter, and saw his name and number and thought what the heck and decided to give him a call and take him up on her offer. He told her that he was the luckiest man in town, and she got a real kick out of.