Unfortunately my credentials were right next to the laptop so I knew I was going to scare the shit out of her. "What the fuck?" I asked, pretending to...be shocked (I was, but I was also thinking how I was going to capitalize on this situation). "Oh mierda, lo siento señor", she stammered and quickly tried to cover herself. "¿Tu hablas ingles?" I asked, putting my elementary spanish to use. "Si, I mean yes" she answered as she started to turn red. "Did you enjoy the show?" I asked. "Are you going. From Trudy’s vantage point she could see the ‘Matron position the cylinder into the centre of the room.“Ready when you are madams.” She said to Anna & Bess.“Ladies?” The two women enquired of their guests in unison. Affirmative murmurs reached their ears from most of the others, some sounding enthusiastic.“You may proceed.” Instructed Bess. There was another bob of the head and the ‘Matron’ turned a tap on the top of the canister. There was a momentary squealing noise and a hiss from the open. . finalmente mi decido ad invitarla, per passare una serata assieme, in un discobar e poi chissà.Lei è pronta, puntuale, in abito bianco attillato, capelli raccolti con un fiore ad ornare il lato destro di quel viso delicatamente truccato. Scarpe a zeppa che quasi la rende più alta di me.Le porgo il braccio e la invito a salire in macchina.-Posticino tranquillo- chiede Lei-Ne conosco uno appena fuori M.. Se ti va? si chiama gaucho.- ma già pansavo a come chiederle di venire a letto con me.La. I was now a middle aged slut for teenage cock. I knew after that experience either of them could have me anytime they wanted.Tuesday came and a friend decided to visit for morning coffee. Pam was a widow a few years younger than I, a great fun person and we got on well. I would describe her as being full figured; my husband is much blunter, he calls her Mrs. Buxom.Pam became a bit religious after her husband died, she knew I was not and we avoided the subject. Her other asset, besides her ample.