"Hi, I'm Becky, I'm sorry to stare, but you've surprised me"She giggles and I laugh with her."In fact you've stunned me!" I hope you're stunned pleasa...tly" Oh God yes, but how did - - well you know?" That's easy Senora, my boyfriend and his wife own the club, that was his wife I was with last night, she's a very sexy lady, although not nearly as sexy as you Senora" But I still don't see how - - - " You're brother phoned this morning and asked if I'd care to come over and give you a massage this. Why?”For a long moment the woman was unable to reply. Her face had grown pale through the layered makeup and tears sprang to her sad gray eyes. Eyes that seemed, if it was possible, to have instantly grown more tragic, more troubled. Gone was the hardness Sam had first seen. In it’s place was a coltish vulnerability that’s usually reserved for an adolescent girl upon whom love has only recently placed it’s first blush. “He was my boyfriend,” the waitress in the ill-fitting, badly disheveled. Having one eye on her smartphone security camera app, Annie wasn’t surprised to hear the sound of the doorbell she’d been expecting, although what she hadn’t been prepared for was to be confronted by the vision of a younger almost identical yet far more alluring sight of a young woman, one so similar in looks and figure of her ex partner Karen Taylor, wearing a short white skirt and low cut top leaving very little to the imagination, certainly not her large nipples so obviously on display above. I started picking up, putting the dirty clothes in a basket.I tossed his, my, pants, a pair of underwear, a bra..."A bra," I said aloud. "Sarah."I felt the soft fabric, imagining her wearing it. Then I put it up to myface and smelt it, pulling it away quickly as I realized it didn't smelllike some wonderful flower but of the boob sweat of a full day ofworking.As I pulled it away from my face I saw the tag, 38DD... nice. I knew theywere big but not that big. I could feel myself getting hard.I.