Jess, my old friend who I loved like a sister. And the sexiest woman I knew. And that outfit! I never know how she'll be dressed but it was never anyt...ing "normal". She wore a black leather jacket with metal spikes on it, a black leather corset that showed a lot of cleavage, a black skirt, fishnet stockings, and black leather boots. Her long red hair was in pigtails. Her makeup consisted of black lipstick and metallic looking eyeshadow that really set off her--green eyes? Contacts, I knew, but. I take a knife from the wood block, and slice open your shirt, from collar to tail, exposing your smooth white back, hindered only by your wide bra strap. The sharp edge makes quick work of the synthetic material, and now your naked back is mine. I gentle glide my fingertips along your spin, you quiver and moan. I feel your shoulders rise to my touch. I cut the two shoulder straps of your bra, allowing me to pull the tattered garment free, releasing your big, firm, breasts. Your engorged. She was married but that did not stop her flirting outrageously and when she did she preferred flirting with white men and more particularly with those a lot older than herself. She was an extremely sexy and attractive woman and she knew it and thrived on it.She had an important and well-paid job and that often brought her into contact with people visiting Nigeria and those people often happened to be middle-aged or above white businessmen or diplomats, just her type.Her current assignment. When I looked over to the pool, I saw two girls and a boy swimming in it. Looking at them closer, they seemed to be together.There was also a door a few meters to the right and in the same wall as the door we just came through. That was the door that went to the sauna.We all got into a changing booth and changed into our bikini's. When my naked feet touched the cold tiles, I enjoyed the feeling. If it would be possible, I wished I could always walk on barefoot. Well, if I could, I would even do.