" I see what you mean," said Paris thoughtfully. A grin crossed her face. "Yes, I DO see what you mean. Guys still are cute to me too when I think abo...t them, which I have to admit isn't that easy when I'm sitting here with you."Rory giggled deep in her throat. "And especially when now it's you holding my boob?"Paris looked down as though the fingers that were cupping Rory's breast didn't belong to her. She blushed, then she laughed. "Well, it IS a nice boob after all, and simply payback for. Taking her time, she finally came in, slowly pulling the door closed. "So, the slut's been making a fucking muddle of things," she finally said.I was more frightened than I'd been of the open door at this confirmation of her attitude about the whole thing. "Yes Ma'am," I managed to mumble."Did I ask you to fucking talk?" she said. I stood there mute, not sure what do for a second. I'd answered her but she hadn't asked a question, which is what she'd called me on. But this time it was, in fact,. About 5 mins later I went up to see if she was ok, all I could hear was moans comming from the bathroom I knocked onthe door to see if she was ok, she carried on moaning I said I was comming in, as I opened the door I saw her in the shower fingering her pussy she screamed out a orgasm, and looked up in horror. I appoligised for looking but heard her moaning and thought something was wrong, my cock was rock solid as I loked at her naked body.She stood there saying she was horny and had to do it. I knew this would work. There was no way I would pass up this kind of offer. I exhaled and strutted over to him. “Is the device recording already?” “Yes, of course Lisa.” “Good. Before we start, describe me.” Describe you? Yes, of course. You are Lisa Merchant. A client has been referred to me. You are 39 years old, look much younger, divorced twice, currently unmarried, no c***dren, and a resident of…well many places.” I said, “Don’t worry about that. What do I look like?” “You.