Suddenly Liz began swearing and demanding to know what the fuck was happening. I began struggling with her left arm trying to press it on to the other...arm of the chair; this arm I finally managed to secure with Nancy's help.Now standing directly in front of Liz; as her foul mouthed tirade reached fever pitch I suddenly slapped her face with a firm slap. Instantly there was a stunned silence, as both Liz and Nancy stared at me. I began to bellow that you will show me the utmost respect, you. I found it comforting and embarrass; me a grown woman of 33 being comforted by this nymph! That is when I grew conscious of our stockinged thighs pressing together. Warmth began to rise between us. I did not pull away or release my embrace... I was like a butterfly pinned to a board. When her lips sought mine I did not resist. Her soft tender hands stroked my thighs and ass and I melted like a candle to her flame. "Who are you?" I whispered between feverish kisses. "Just a working girl on her. There'll be a time, though. Soon, I tell myself.“Thanks,” I say. “Wish me luck out there.”“You don't need it,” she says, gathering her bag and heading out the back door. On the way, she catches me glancing at her open-toe stilettos. “Hey. Don't get distracted.”She knows I like feet, but it's yet another thing we've never really talked about. It's something I've been ashamed of since my teen years, and nowadays it feels like a corked bottle that'll never be opened.“Yes, ma'am.” I mock-salute. Innocent, virginal Rachel might well have fainted at such talk--on the other hand, she might just as well have creamed her jeans.Rachel's mind was not as innocent as her nubile body. Although she had never experienced sex, she had thought about it a lot. When she finger-fucked herself, she pretended that it was a prick sliding in and out of her fuck hole. And sometimes she bunched her fingers together and pushed them into her mouth and tried to imagine they were a cock she was sucking.Rachel.