It was not her place to imagine Sansa naked, or to ever think that she was worthy of being touched by the young Stark girl.Worse, she normally contain...d these thoughts for when she was alone, touching herself. She’d imagine that it was Sansa’s hand between her legs instead of her own, gently touching, probing, caressing.She’d imagine that Sansa would spread her legs, and allow her servant to do the same to her.She didn’t even have a name. Why did she think that the future Lady of Winterfell. John had hours of videotape from that apartment. But his interest right now was on the camera in 4-C, where a young woman named Janice Gray had just moved in. He had met her, given her his phone number if she had any problems and told her that she could also leave a note under his door. And he tried very hard, after all that, to make her aware that being a caretaker was a part-time thing and his real job was more substantial. From the paperwork that passed through his hands, he knew. He finally decided to turn to Beverly for help. Philip picked up the phone and called outside his office to Beverly's desk."Bev, this is Philip. I know you're still not feeling well with your morning sickness but I'm so fucking horny I can't stand it. Is there a woman in our organization that you can think of who would be willing to come in here and take care of me?"Beverly hated it that she just wasn't feeling up to servicing Philip, but she quickly ran down the list of all the women who. She disappeared back through into the changing room and then a few minutes later reappeared in just a towel.She came into the sauna and sat down opposite me, taking off her towel and sitting on it in the customary way. I took my time enjoying every inch of her naked body. She was about 50, with a good figure for her age, black hair and dark crimson nipples, which were erect from the cold shower, but soon softened as she started to warm up. As I sat looking at her, my cock started to twitch.