She looked surprised at me. I was a decently muscular, correct-weight frame, neither fat nor thin. I had been working out for few months and had a goo... ripped look. She said “Why your shirt now?” I said “I came from jogging, feels warm inside it”. She just nodded and took the shirt. I went sat in the hall, shirtless while reading a newspaper. I kept staring at her. She too looked distracted by my bare-body look and kept seeing me now & then. She finished her work and brought me a coffee. While. He told everyone goodbye and some of the guys asked if I would be their cheerleader every week. I told them I would have to see about that. I should have said that I had to check with my husband. What do you think? Should I become their personal cheerleader?” She opened her top so her tips were out and looked at me questioningly.“I think they just want to see your tits every week.” I leaned over and took a hard nipple into my mouth. “Go on” I told her.“We walked outside and he asked if I wanted. As the car comes to a halt the lady bumps into me as she raced to get out. While I’m pissed over what I just learnt upstairs I didn’t notice the small business size card I found in my pocket as I got my car keys out. A standard white card with Payback Bitch typed in the center followed by (212-555-0008) and 113. I don’t know why but I just tuck the card into my smartphone case and get into my car and drive off.Driving home my mind returns to the strange lady and her mysterious card. As I pull. She let out a little moan as the small nubs of flesh passed through her fingertips.She opened her legs and one of her hands traveled further south while her fingers continued to play with her hard nipples. It felt as if I was mesmerized because I had never seen anything so erotic in my life. Her fingers gently pulled the tuft of black pubic hair above her pussy as she teased herself. Then her index finger split the brown lips of her vagina as she slowly ran it up and down and I noticed the.