I mean, really." She shook her head."No. Although, this isn't me, really," She dwelt on the word, tasting it, "either. There are advantages to my prof...ssion." She walked over to a near-by cupboard, her hips swaying deliciously under the kimono, accentuated by the plastic ties of her apron, which sat proud above her derri?re. I looked down, and saw a medical filing cabinet. Each little drawer was labeled "Andrea" with a different body part. My boobs floated in a jar at the top, alongside a case. "Six guys, my God. I can't believe that they are all watching me. They can see everything." she gushed.I hadn't noticed the extra man and scanned the windows again looking for the man I had missed. I found him almost directly across from us on the same floor. Only then did I notice that he held a camera in his hand with a zoom lens attached. We made eye contact and I watched as he wrote the letters P I on his windowpane. I nodded and decided not to say anything to Diane. What she didn't know. I had been awkward and painfully shy as a child. The few times during those years when I’d been in situations where Amy was actually forced to speak to me, it felt to me like she was the queen who was being forced to deal with the fishmonger. Tonight was the first time she had ever initiated a conversation with me. ‘Um. Hi Amy.’ There was no sense in denying who I was. If she’d managed to track me down here, the gig was already up. But how had she found me? My life had started to change about. She tucked her fingers into the g-string of my underwear and pulled them over my feet, tossing them aside. Her lips were inches away from my pussy. I could feel it throbbing, waiting for her to sink her tongue into it. She pushed one finger inside of me and I felt the anticipation break like a storm on the prairie. My pussy immediately dampened andI began to breathe heavily. She licked my clit and fucked me with her fingers, sending shivers up and down my spine with every stroke. She was.