"You don't hear me complaining, do you darling?" My hand was still covering his, but I was not moving his hand back toward my knee. "That shoulder mas...sage was not that great," I said, laughing. He did not move his hand, though.He did not laugh, either. I looked at him, he had a strange look on his face, as if he wanted to say something but he was afraid."What's the matter, darling," I asked. "Are you okay?" I have something to tell you, Mum," he said, looking as if he was going to cry."Baby,". That's forty six of them I have now, and you don't even have yourfirst."For a roped-up slut with nothing on but a vest hitched under her arms,she's not helping herself by trying to talk to Truth in riddles."Who are you?" I demand. "What happened to the older one that lookslike your mother?" She wasn't my mother," she lies straight away. "Like I keep tellingyou we're one and the same. Who I am is somewhat more complicated toanswer, and who I *was* is the most important question. But I. She always wears nylons on her legs and very rarely are they pantyhose. Like I said she loves being a woman. She said the feel of the garter straps on her thighs give her a sexy feeling all day. She always wears a bra to work but they are pushup style. Giving her tits a nice round tops that she will let some of the clients admire as she leans over her desk. The office goes to lunch from twelve to two . That gives her enough time to have sex during the day. She has several clients that she. Thankfully, it was on a Saturday evening so they could fuck as late as they wished. She got up late the next morning and broke out her favorite vibrator. She fucked herself first slowly and softly, getting harder and deeper as she got hornier and hornier until she lost control and blew her wad. Sliming down her legs, jerking and spasming, up and down, and deeply fucking herself harder and harder. She dressed and went off to have her hair and nails done by Susan who always gave her the best.