"You must be Tom, come on in", she smiled nervously as she opened the screen door. "I'm Sarah and I'm glad that you could make it on such short notice..."I was stunned, most of my clients were women in their fifties or sixties and usually not much to look at but here was a woman who could be on a runway in Paris or something. She was maybe thirty, but I doubted that she was that old, tall and thin with perky breasts poking out beneath her expensive silk blouse. She had long bleach blonde hair. She was a hot bbw, with amazing blonde hair. She wore a black two piece bathing suit that barely contained her big ass and breast.She measured about 40EE and her ass was about 40.My mouth dropped as she was vacuuming in her big wooden platform shoesthat caused her body to shake as she strutted around her living room.I froze for a minute as she got close to the open door to thebalcony. I got off my chair and climbed over the railing separatingour condos on the 20th floor. I was now standing. " Please…I…I can’t…I can’t…" Jolene sobbed miserably "You’re terrible… Terrible to ask me to…to…Oh I can’t…I just can’t…" Chuck. Are you crazy?" Timmy said "Whatsa matter with you. She’s Donny’s Mom. Come on." Well, O.K." Chuck pouted "I won’t make her do a panty strip. But she’s gotta take off her bra and show me her big tits and let me play with them. And she’s gotta let me tickle her panties in between her legs."Knowing that she now had no choice, and accepting the least humiliating of her. You’re my kind of slut, my kind of girl. So is Liz, but you got in first and that in itself puts you ahead of her in my estimation. You wanted me enough that when she was gone, you grabbed me with both hands and didn’t look back. So, I dare say that you’re even more my kind of woman than she is, though she’s close. Close, but no cigar in this particular case,” I told my wife as she caressed my own flesh while soaping me up.“Close enough for my liking, though. I rather like how close she is to.