Emily Winters, a lovely woman of thirty-two, was going through some old clothes. preparing to give them to Good Will when the phone rang."Hello, Winte...s residence." Emily Winters?" came the muffled female voice as if the person on the other end was trying to disguise her voice."Yes, this is Emily. Who am I speaking to?" My name isn't important. What is important is that your husband is screwing other women."Her lovely blue eyes bugged and Emily's mouth dropped open."Who is this? Why are you. “Hello”, I said, “I think I have disturbed you, I am very sorry to have done so, I was out for my morning walk and heard a noise. I thought it was an animal and came to investigate. I didn’t expect to find such a lovely animal as you”. “Hmmmm….”, she replied. “Should I believe you or not? You could be a nasty peeping tom!”. “All I can say is that that isn’t my style”, was all I could reply. While this conversation was going on my eyes were uncontrollably fixed on her breasts and nipples, wet. ‘Hi.’ It was eighty-thirty p.m. and he stood waiting in my doorway. He looked 5’10’ and athletically built. His eyes were dark and so was his hair. I wanted to touch him. When I got home, I had forgotten about his phone call, and worried only what I’d wear the next day. The Post-it note was stuck to the outside of my wallet. I saw it getting change for my roommate Marie, and almost groaned. Marie laughed. ‘Go ahead,’ I warned. ‘Laugh. See who laughs last.’ I spanked her on her bare rear end as. I am a big flirt, I also happen to be a sex loving woman who is well experienced in sex by all means of it, my job helped me meeting lots of men and women I liked, ended up in going further till having sexual relations.I am not a whore or a hooker, but I admit having some benefits or even money in return for sex in some incidents during performing my job, true it made me no different than a hooker, but so what, I just believed in doing it once in a while.In some cases, I would wear my dresses.