He'd no idea who I was, and why would he? The braces on my teeth gone and my acne cleared up, and, in my forties I was allowed to wear make up. I watc...ed this older man as he worked away with the younger guys painting and papering and so on. He was as pleasant and friendly as he always had been and I found myself feeling guilty for how I loathed him all those years earlier. He was irritating he was just nice. On their last day in our home I was making the decorators tea when, alone in the. Chapter 2Honey and Ann had been lying there on her bed watching videos during their sleepover together, and Honey had decided to see if her best friend was as interested in her sexually as Honey was in her. She'd steered their conversation onto sexual topics and when she saw Ann's pleasant response to the comments she made about sex and her nice body, Honey decided to push her plans further. She'd reached over and cupped Ann's breast through her clothes and when Ann didn't pull back, Honey had. We exchanged pleasantries and introduced ourselves but, before getting any further, I had to stop because I heard hubby returning from the pub. The next day my head was still spinning, thinking about Mr Smith. After telling him I had to stop, he'd announced he was already looking forward to our next encounter. "I'm here every night, Mrs D so don't be bashful."It took me two days to pluck up the courage but, as soon as I logged on, "Welcome back, Mrs D. How are you today?" flitted across my. ” she broke off, embarrassed, “Do you want to blow that mist away?”Got you. “But of course. That is the next stage of the photographic odyssey, to order the model to reveal herself,” said David. Then he added, “But would you want more money to persuade you of that?”“No, of course not, if it’s what you want?” she offered.“Naturally,” David enthused.With no more need for privacy, she did not retire to her bedroom to change, but simply shedding her only garment there in front of him she stood.