“She is something else, and very sexy, and I don’t hold it against you. If Ashley did that same thing to me, I’m sorry but I really don’t see...myself controlling myself either, I’m not upset at you.”“Exactly, you understand. I mean I’m a woman, I’m supposed to have more self-control than that. But the truth is, and please don’t repeat this, I haven’t had sex with anyone but Sierra in ten years. Tom and I just don’t fuck anymore, and I need more release than my hand can provide. Sometimes I get so caught up in my fantasies that I Inadvertently start playing with my very hot, very wet pussy. Like today. Oh boy, was today hot. "Good morning Stan." "Hey Anna, morning! You're looking extra beautiful today" Bla bla bla. The rest of the conversation was just a blur as I tried to calm my heart - he had just called me beautiful! It took every ounce of will power not to start squealing and giggling like a little girl. That's how my elevator ride into work started this morning.. There were two other women in the shower. One was very beautiful but I could tell she'd had work, and the other was at the gym for a reason. They were talking about their bodies and pulled me into the conversation. They were typical snobby women from the wealthy town where the gym is. They were complimentary about my body but not my tattoo, so I agreed and mentioned I was very young and stupid then, trying to be nice. One woman mentioned that all the guys watch me work out and she wished it was. She plans all my parties and did mine and my late husbands’ wedding. She’s a miracle worker. I know you two never stop working, and she’ll make sure you have the wedding of your dreams.”“That’s a lovely offer,” Whitaker said giving Taylor side-eyed look, “but we wouldn’t want to impose. Once you win you’ll have a bunch of parties to plan and...”“Nonsense. Most of those will be thrown by the party, and they’ll handle it. I know you’re probably thinking you can’t afford to use my wedding planner,.