She obliged, and stood there in her tight Bra and panties right next to the bed. I was sitting on the bed, and pulled her towards me. Her Bosom was no...w near my face, and I could hear her breathing heavily. I cupped her breasts, and started fondling them. Soni asked me “Saab. What about the massage” ? I like your massage. I said OK, I will do it, but only if you get naked. She said No, do it like this only. I feel shy. I told her to switch off the lights, so that she will not feel shy. She. But then there is Melissa.Every so often, dear reader, there is a paragraph that just refuses to write itself and this is one of those. It should be simple; all it needs do is convey Melissa's sublime beauty whilst emphasising that she is nice with a capital N. But all I have is words, so how do I capture the shimmering of her hair in dappled sunlight, or the movement of her yoga pant clad buttocks, or the soft curve of her pubis that seems an invitation to explore the hidden pleasures below?. My mind flashed back to our last time together -- Sunday at dusk, a little over ten days ago. Memories. David Hooks had yet to disappoint me -- in bed or out. Our lovemaking had been as sweet and satisfying as I'd ever known. Our first time together had been amazing -- I had really just completely lost control. I had given myself over to him entirely.It had been liberating. I had long-since learned that, for a woman, the key to enjoying sex was being willing -- and able -- to surrender. Losing. I locked the door and turned out the showroom lights before leading him into the office. He never said a word, he just looked me up and down as he devoured me with his eyes. He looked at my name badge. "So, your name is Mrs Wilcock. Maybe it should be Mrs Lovescock," he laughed."Show me, he demanded."I began to undress for him, stripping down to my bra and panties. I could see the bulge forming in his jeans.I slide my panties down my legs and sat on the edge of the desk, spreading my legs to.