I stuff my clothes into a laundry sack. That chore done, I face the mirror, and smile at the reflection there. I cup my breasts and lift them, as if I...m offering them to you. The nipples are taut, aureola crinkled and dark pink. The skin is alabaster pale, and a fine tracery of bluish veins shows beneath. I enjoy the look of my body, the soft belly, triangle of sparse tangled hair framed by my thighs.Into the shower! I run the water as hot as is comfortable, soaping up, enjoying the sensation. "This way darlin'. Come with me."10I led him up to my flat and let him go through the door first.His clothes were unwashed. They stunk of grease and B.O. It turned mynose up, especially now we were indoors. His trousers were straininground his arse, the upper curve of each buttock visible. It was theprice I had to pay to do my job though wasn't it? And I knew I couldn'tget anything else. I'd tried enough times. They didn't even want me infast food restaurants and the way I talked, I couldn't. I needn't have worried.Precisely at 11:00 A.M. as agreed, the door buzzer went off, and Doris announced her self over the intercom. I gave her the apartment number and opened the door slightly while then went back to the video I was working on while waiting for her to make the journey to the 11th floor of the building. A knock interrupted me and I ushered Doris into the apartment. She appeared to be in her mid-fifties with generous thatches of gray mixed into her sandy blonde hair. She stood. Her fingers gently moved his hand up and over her breast, cupping it, massaging it. She told him to pinch her nipple slightly and he did. She brought his other hand to her other breast and instructed him to do the same. Her hands played over his, teaching him the proper movements causing soft moans to escape from her lips. She pulled his hands away and held them. "Have you ever made love to a woman's pussy before?" she asked, already knowing the answer. He shook his head slightly and watched in.