Ermm, my other boss, Trudy Everingham." "You're kidding, youmean you're screwing both your bosses?" "No of course not, Trudy 'sjust a friend, I used t... go to school with her. She must have leftthat when she came to pick me up to go out to dinner the othernight." "You're not sleeping with her then?" "No, like I said shejust came round to pick me up the other night, apart from thatshe's never been here." Brad had no idea why he lied, he could only think it was somethingto do with protecting. The soft material against my now smooth skin felt amazing, but Iforced myself to ignore it and stepped toward the trash to throw theshaving gear out. Once again, I paused as I caught a glance in thebathroom mirror. I had snagged one of Felicia's pink towels, andinstinctively wrapped it around my chest and waist.My long smooth legs stuck out of the end of the towel and could only bedescribed as creamy. The towel was just a bit too short and just thebottom of my butt cheeks could be seen poking. One Saturday she came out on the deck where I was relaxing. She was wearing a black corset that pushed her thirty four B cups into pretty little globes. It had eight garter straps holding up black lace top stockings. She had the stockings pulled up high enough that her shaved pussy lips actually touched the lace tops. Her pussy was uncovered and she was wearing a pair of black strappy six inch heals. I was laying iny hammock and she cleared her throat. I opened my eyes to see her standing there. That was a big city, immense, giant, even New York would be jealous. Life here was very different to mine in the west: the streets were completely clean, people didn’t touch you, not even by mistake, most of them seemed to wear a white and black uniform, and the number of people was simply stupid.What excited me the most was the food, I had even planned to buy several bento boxes to bring back. When we ate dinner that night I loved the food, my brother not so much, our parents laughed.The hotel.