How much did Debbie know about what I had been doing for Cindy. Did she know I had been sleeping with her daughter? Perhaps Cindy and I didn't need to...keep it a secret. It wasn't as if I was doing anything wrong: we were both single."I'm glad I could help," I replied, hopefully ambiguously.Debbie continued while we both sat down: "Yes. She said you offered her some great advice about relationships and that you were a perfect gentleman when she was feeling so low."Gentleman? More like a dirty. Walking up to the counter, she felt like a kid looking over the ledge of a table. The edge of counter hit her about mid torso. Standing next to Charles, she felt like a midget. She barely came up past his navel due to his long legs. If one were to go by height alone, she would be easily be mistaken as a child. But her generous curves would soon disabuse the notion that she was a child."Let's go!" he growled as he strode out of the room. She shook her head as she followed him out of the. As they talked, she let her foot travel up and down his leg, knowing he enjoyed the touch, but enjoyed the fact that anyone watching knew that she was interested only in him, and that their minds would be racing with fantasies of what they would be doing next. The shiver she d felt after that thought only had one source – the fact that she knew, no matter what the others fantasies were she would make his come true in ways they could not even imagine. She leaned in for a kiss and guided his hand. It should last longer than shaving, since itremoved the hair below the skin level, but was still gentle to the skin.The next steps included a mud mask, followed by a deep-pore cleansing,application of a tightening gel, and finishing with a soothing lotion. Iwas skeptical at first, but the treatments made my face even smootherwith a softer look. The last bit of work she did was to shape my brows,giving me a little arch, just enough to open my eyes. I was nervousabout her plucking my brows, but.