Then she had it: a cream skirt with a white silk blouse. She put on her blood red pendant with the matching earrings and lipstick. Nylons—no, this p...obably wasn't that formal, but why take chances? The only ones who would notice would be the other women, but they'd express disdain if she didn't. That left just the problem of shoes. She finally selected a discreet pair of pumps, her black ones with the rounded toe and the moderate heel.She spent a few minutes on her make-up, and longer on her. Why don't I topple over? I am going back and forth between reality and fantasy here - I must pull myself together! I am going to die here if I don't keep awake! It's been at least an hour and I am getting tired - so tired of standing up. My leg muscles are complaining - all that strain - and I can't move around to get any relief. It is like standing one hundred percent, absolutely still for an hour - with shoes nailed to the floor. Tug - tug - tug of gravity is getting me good, here. . Once she was satisfied with the water temperature, she got into the bath. She picked up the shower head and ran the stream over her body, paying particular attention to her tits and pussy. She got the sponge and lathered it with her body wash.Starting at her neck, she gently rubbed down from her shoulders. She ran the sponge over her tits in small circles, sliding underneath and holding them up, smiling at me as she did so. Her nipples hardened and so did my cock. She rubbed her belly and. The van ison its way....okay I will be waiting......I have another pick up.....okaygot it....send me the address."Finished he threw the phone down on the bed."Better hurry up bitch.....I have another job to do," he warned.For some reason this had me worried, I really wanted to taste his manlyspunk, and to be deprived of it left me cold. I increased myministrations using all the wiles I had to make him come. I was rewardedfor my endeavours by a mouth full of hot salty spunk, which much to.