She wore it like a very short dress over her skimpy underwear. Carol would sit on his couch cross legged, knees spread wide. He sat in a chair looking...at her and making small talk. I'd sit beside Carol and rub her legs. John had a stuffed dog on his couch. Carol would casually move it back and forth suggestively between her legs. We could see her sexy underpants. At home we kept up our fantasy talk about her fucking him. We often stayed very late at his place. Carol would still be wearing the T. I didn't want that."Also," I told her as I put my hand on top of hers, "They verified who you are and your story."She lifted my hand and kissed the back of it and said, "Thank you."It has been hell being Tracy Miltner." That's over now," I told her.When we got to the Water Taxi dock there was a Police Car there already. After we parked and walked to the Taxi, a woman in plain clothes showed us her badge and introduced herself."I'm Detective Foster. I assume you are Tracy Miller and you are Guy. This time he had a fantastic view of her gorgeous breasts. They were pretty big and the cleavage that the swimsuit was giving her was fantastic. He watched her make her way back and was captivated by the way her breasts were bouncing in her costume. As he watched he noticed that she was starting to turn a little pink on her shoulders, and he started to develop his plan to get her naked today.When she returned to her towel, he introduced himself, “ Hi “ she said “I am Cyndy, but my friends call. " But of course, Madame Arden," Leduc spoke smoothly, reassuringly. "You have done the very proper thing in consulting me." He stood slowly. "It might help put you at ease to know that in my country I combine marriage counseling along with my regular practice."Janet raised her eyes. "I didn't know," she said. She was pleased.Leduc smiled. "Right now you are overwrought, ma chere. Let me prepare you a little something to soothe you while we talk, eh?"She didn't hesitate; she was gratified to.