I nodded, like a moron. My voice had long since been rendered incapable.Her bra was a lacy black and red affair, a classy piece of lingerie that held ...heir goods with pride, propping them up as a magnificent centrepiece. They exuded a healthy shine, the skin smooth and perfect, an improvement on the already commendable picture she had sent me.Placing her hands behind her back, she unhooked the bra. The cups stuck to her breasts, no doubt thanks to the heat, and she peeled them away with a. Finally at around four o'clock in the afternoon, she emerges from the building, obviously heading to some club or something. Surprisingly, she was alone and that helped a lot.She was also very beautiful. Her brown-blonde hair untied and hung loose on her back. She wore a sky blue body-hugging spaghetti strapped mid-riff shirt that exposed her belly-button and the cleavage, and the of the nipples of her chest. Her dark blue short capri pants were equally form-fitting that they showed the flare. "You'll have to wait while I finish getting ready. Sit down there," she ordered.Although Mistress Ruth was in her early fifties, George thought, she still presented an attractive sight as she fidgeted with her hair and her make up. From where George was sitting he had a clear view of one stocking clad leg where her dressing gown had fallen open to reveal nylon, thigh and suspender and, as she leant forward, peering into the mirror to apply her mascara, the sight of the swell of her ample. She raised an eyebrow, confused. "You okay?" She asked, as he re-enterred the room with a soda. He sat on the couch and put his shoes on."Oh, I'm fine, babe. I'm sorry about earlier, I knew you wouldn't like it and I shouldn't have even tried." He said with a sincere tone. She was more confused now than before. As many times as they've been through this routine, Brendon had never been this nice afterwards."It's alright, just please don't do it again." She replied, still trying to maintain a.