Carol Williams, the very pretty and very young receptionist, was holding her phone up to her ear with one hand and quietly masturbating herself with t...he other. She didn’t even know she was doing it. She continued talking on the phone all the while she was fingering herself. From the young man’s vantage point he could see right under the desk and up between her legs where her fingers were quietly slipping in and out of her vagina. Every so often her thumb would give her clitoris a good massage. I also removed my towel with hesitation and sat there naked.I was completely shy of the other people there. They were watching me getting naked and sittin with them. The guy next to me was smiling. The masseur told me he is coming back in 15 minutes in the meantime I should go to the steamroom also. So, after spending the awkward 10 minutes there i went to the steam room. It was dark. A dim red light in the corner was enough to see the shadows of bodies sitting naked in that room. I sat their. “She’s … ““Mrs. Drake.” She didn’t want to say her first name in front of the dog.Bonnie laughed. “Mrs. Drake,” she echoed. “Don’t get a lot of high tax bracket married ladies with tits like that coming around, eh Al?”“Mrs. Drake is a potential client.”“Well sure she is.” Bonnie grinned and glanced back quickly at their joined hands.Rosalia thought it was well past time to give the dog his hand back. But she didn’t want to. So she didn’t. “I’m thinking of putting several sculptures in my. “Job’s yours. When can ya start, little miss?”“Whenever.” She didn’t even ask questions about money, didn’t care.“How’s a bout a bring you in five till ‘bout ten. What days you able to come in?”“Every day,” she said, that devilish smile touching her lips again for a moment.“’Kay, make you a deal. Five till ten Tuesdays till Fridays. You want weekends?”She nodded.“And eight till we close up on weekends. Sound alright, little girl?”“Very much so. Thank you.”Damn, she thought. Can’t stay. It’s.