" "Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked. "No", I said, "not pretty - you are absolutely stunning and so so sexy, and I don't think they boys have left ...ou very satisfied have they?" I notices that one hand had gone down between her legs and her fingers were beginning to rub her there. "Let me help, Leah", I whispered. I caught her hand - her fingers were wet, and took my hand between her legs. "I'll get yo off" I said. She moaned a little as my fingers went to her cunt. My thumb found her clit. A simple black dress, mid thigh with long sleeves, tight fitted, high necked, puritanical almost, though not puritanical enough to hide my 34C breasts which I ran my hands over, feeling the nipples harden through the material at the thought that Susie might do the same. To contrast the plain black dress, underneath I wore French knickers with a matching bra. French knickers were Susie's one weakness and these would knock her out. They were a pale pink, almost nude colour with lace trim in a. Patrick seemed confident and totally content with his age and looks. He was very comfortable. She was stunned and also a bit curious. This guy was not her typical client. He looked way cooler and less miserable than that. In fact, she liked him. His face was dark and mystical and the energy he was emitting was negative but exciting. ?Listen to me.?Andrea sighed internally. It’s one of those? those who like to talk for hours and need someone to listen. They are the worst clients. It seems like. " "Sloane is not you. She's fun, attractive, sensual, and intelligent. You are all of that and much more. We make a great pair and have something incomparable." I assured her."I'm glad Sloane is the only tickler of your fancy besides me. She seemed to enjoy you immensely. The whole experience was simply divine." "Yes, it was," I assured her.Since it was still early evening, Siobahn told me that she had to go out to pick up a couple of things at the store. I told her I'd stay, finish the dishes,.