''Do you want me?'' she whispered into his ear and started to stroke him along the arch of his back. Rachel with the other hand started to undue her b...tton of her skirt, she decided to get up and take it off . Once again she sat on the chair staring at Max.She started to stroke herself around her stomach sliding her hand beneath her black panties and coressing her wet vagina. As if he could smell her sex scent, Max got up and started sniffing between her legs and licked her inner thighs. ''Mmm. I would assume that he was probably waiting for me to leave so that he could clean this bathroom. Shit, this was not going to be good.I quickly pulled my panties back into their correct position and pulled my pants up. I buckled my pants and redid my belt. Looking at my reflection in the mirror I immediately noticed that there was a slowly developing wet spot in my pants. This was not getting better. I needed to figure out my hair next. Was there enough time for me to try and rinse the. That would never do either. It would make Jake think she was destitute. She decided to swap the sweatshirt for a sweater--warm and cable-knit, but form fitting where it mattered.As she was looking for the sweater, Svetlana let her hand linger on her favorite blouse. It was dark green silk, brought out her eyes, and flattered her form. It was the only thing Karl bought her that she kept. Tucking it into her blue jeans, she examined herself in the mirror. Buttoned up, it was almost demure. With. She suggested that she was excited at the prospect of having more time to do more, without having the pressure of limited time.I asked her whether she thought that Michael would try and persuade her to have a tattoo on her ankle along with the anklet. Maggie pointed out that she disliked tattoos and thought I did too. I did remind her that some years ago, when we were on holiday in Greece, we got to know another family. We found that we had a lot in common and the mother had a small tattoo.