“Something you need to tell me?” I asked with a smile and an arched eyebrow.“What?”“The young woman at the desk out front? I don’t recall ...earing about her, let alone interviewing her.”“Oh, she’s a temp; she’s only here for a week to help with the User Group meeting. Elyse gave me permission!”“Did she now? Well, Miss Elyse and I are going to have words!”“Is this a problem?”I shrugged, “Only in that I didn’t know about it.”“She’ll be in late this evening. She’ll meet us at the restaurant for the. Usually out of town and even out of state quiet often. Since our girls are old enough to go and do things without either my husband or myself being with them I have found that I'm often alone for the entire weekend. I had started collecting tattoos a few years ago and I was approached by a photographer and asked if I had ever done any modeling. I'm five foot three and weigh just under a hundred pounds so he said he had a clothing company that was looking for a hot inked female to model one of. Within a few seconds his tongue was probing my labia licking and pushing into me. He needn't have bothered: I was soaking wet. He realized this after a few glorious minutes - he was rather talented - and stood up between my legs. Slowly he lifted them up over his broad shoulders and slowly slipped his rod into me. He pushed in almost clinically at first, then pulled out and began again. As he kept pushing in and out of me, his rhythm quickly changed from slow and deliberate to almost rabid. At. This woman was in her late 30's, killer body, had been married, had a daughter, and never got off with a guy. She explained that she just felt comfortable with me and that the back massage had really made her back feel better. She hadn't been real comfortable with my touching her at first. The massage felt so good it overruled her discomfort. Then when I started massaging her feet she had started thinking about how good a lover I must be. She started thinking about what it would be like to have.