She hesitated a moment, checked her robe, careful it was protecting her modesty. Dumbly, she stared at the tall Dell Emerson. His hair was mussed slig...tly and she thought absently he had probably done it when he removed his stock apron."You need me?" Dell asked, eyes intense. "Mrs. Quentin called and Willie sent me over. What's the matter? What do you want?"How, Mavis fretted, can I tell you that you are here to fuck me? We are going to fornicate while Connie and Miriam watch because they are. She suggested that I should try your services myself. I'm divorced and, well, my body doesn't get the use I wish it did and was hoping that I could persuade you to take on a somewhat older client, but one who is very far from over." I ... I ... Melody told you all ... and you want me..." Yes, I'd love one of your special massages," she said, standing up, adding,"You can see that I take care of myself, I'm still an attractive woman and, well, I know how Melody has rewarded you and can assure you. With a sense of embarrassment I knew he was gazing at my wife's underwear, garments only she and I were meant to see. Anne always wears feminine delicate under things but in preparation for our holiday we had visited an Victoria's Secret shop and spent rather a lot on some far more risqué items. The first pair of panties he merely held up and admired, but with the second pair, he took some time fingering the flimsy material, noticeably the crotch area. When he briefly wafted the third pair. .The theatre evening went so well. After a sumptuous meal, they found the show exuberant and foot tapping. It was as they stepped out into the drizzly evening air that he asked, "Would you like to see my London apartment?"Here it came, the moment of truth, perhaps. But a weak sensibility prevailed as she told him, "Perhaps not a good idea. Not yet."His smile was warm, and showed no disappointment as he said, "Do you have your car somewhere near?"She told him as on work days, she commuted into.