“That’s good, Oh dear I’m so sorry Dan, I’m forgetting myself would you like a slice of the cake I made yesterday, with your coffee?”“Oh, ...lease Auntie; you know how much I love your homemade cake”Placing her mug of coffee on an end table, Vicky left the lounge to go back to the kitchen to cut fetch Dan’s slice of cake.Vicky’s departure could not have been timed better.Having been worried about as to whether he would actually get the opportunity, here it was and Dan quickly emptied the vial he. Unlike the downstairs, the landing walls were covered with prints of paintings, mostly by Old Masters, and mostly of nude women, some voluptuous, others slimmer. The themes were all erotic, and I paused, taking in what I was seeing, as she stood quietly beside me. “These are…lovely,” I told her, “and interesting, the more you look at them, the more there seems to be in them.” I paused in front of one, by an artist whose name I didn’t recognise, and realised that what at first glance looked like. Suddenly she heard Lisa coming up the steps."Take off you skirt and top Mrs. C. I'll be in in a minute," called Lisa.Mary removed her top and was shocked to see her nipples so swollen and red. She dropped her skirt to the floor and was just bending to pick it up when Lisa walked in."You have a pretty good ass Mrs. C. How does the plug feel?"The red faced teacher straightened quickly and answered, "It is uncomfortable Ms. Simon."When Mary turned Lisa said, "My, my look at those nipples,". A few weeks went by and we ran into each other again at the water cooler and she asked if I wanted to have lunch with her since her friends had called in sick and she didn’t like to eat alone.It was definitely a nice change of pace and so I agreed. We chatted about normal things over lunch about when I graduated what I did in school, how I was enjoying work. After lunch I casually suggested we should do this again and she agreed.I slowly found myself having lunch with Selma more and more..