‘She’ was in her forties and beautiful – always in a business suit, always looking immaculate and always incredibly sexy. And then there was me... A student in his 30’s who really should not be pretending to browse the bookstore just to snatch images of her in his Polaroid brain. Crouching in the psychology section just to see her skirt riding up as she sat down. Standing in the European History corner just to see her lean over the counter to help someone. I know. Sad but incredibly exciting. . His lips again brush my cheeks and my lips as hishands slip down the soft curve of my neck to myshoulders then again down my arms. Though the houseis warm, I feel Goosebumps rise from head to toes. Iinstinctively want to reach out and hold him as closeas possible, feel his warmth and his strength. But Ido not, because first and foremost I want him torediscover every inch of me.His hands cup my breasts, first through the satin andlace of the corset, but then, sliding down and under.My heartbeat. I moaned, groaned, and squeezed my breasts, as he tasted my sweet nectar. My hands held his head down there. I nearly came at the feel of his mouth. Having Brandon taste me was even more enjoyable when I couldn’t see anything. I laid on my stomach. His hands were softly squeezing my bubble-shaped ass while his tongue was licking and kissing all over my backside. As I turned over on my back, he got up and said, ‘Are you okay, baby?’ I said to him, ‘I’m fine, baby.’ Brandon sat behind me on the. To cover his male genitals, Sheila had made sure thatthe hairdresser knew exactly what was being done to him. Alan was setting out tomorrow's changes under Sheila's stricteyes. Six changes to plan for, with accessories and make up tosuit. Looking at what was now laid out made him feel even moresick and anxious. Alan had a hot, perfumed, bubble bath, followed by a mud maskfacial. Sheila laced him into a wasp waisted corset that pushedhis breasts up high and compressed his waist.