The tiny edges of her clitoris opened and her finger was now slipping in that small slippery triangular region round and round while her right hand wa... moving all over from her nipples till her armpits and to her stomach over her belly button and then back. Her eyes were closed and she didn’t know what she was up to. Her sweat soaked fingers were going to her lips and her tongue slurped out and licked all the fingers of her right hand as if she was a hungry slut.Her left hand was pressing the. Time was around 5pm and she was dressed in a night gown, nothing to extravagant, a simple baby pink gown if I recallIt was a long time ago in her room, which was carpeted, and sitting on it and ironing. Took of my shoes and entered the premises and sat right in front of her and started talking to her in general since she was asking me how was school etc both of us went to the same schoolThe talks continued and so did her ironing of the clothes, at this time there was no eye contact I was just. ”I took the Route 12 bus. Got off at Flinders and walked all of two minutes to a park bench where I could see the football field. [Football is known as soccer in the US] There he is. I walked toward him. Nice looking guy. I said, “Pleasure.”He said, “Fun for both.” I smiled. “Will Faring. Pleased to me you. Z?”“Everybody calls me Z. You can be a part of everybody. Lead the way.”When meeting in public places I don’t offer a kiss or hand holding unless my client initiates it. Hell, if it wasn’t. ” He said as he reached down with both hands to cup her right breast and began to tenderly squeeze her ***. He massaged Greta’s breasts for what must have been five minutes before he began to work on her nipples. They had flattened a bit during the “exam” but snapped to attention as soon as he began to squeeze them. He tweaked one for a few seconds, and then pulled gently until it stretched about two inches from her areola before letting it go to snap back, causing her entire breast to jiggle..