Have another brownie. I'll go change." I quickly left the kitchen and hurried off to my bedroom. My heart was beatingin my chest so hard, I could scar...cely breathe.Once I reached my bedroom, I tried to quickly change...but my hands were shaking so much. I slipped out of the dress...followed by my underwear and slipped on the first of three swimsuits. The suit was a sand colored tankini...a somewhat modest tank top...the bottom was a french cut bikini bottom.I allowed myself to see my image in. He was very good looking, just over six foot with thick blonde curly hair, clean shaven and wearing a black leather jacket and jeans. His face was something to die for, thin but not shallow and well tanned with the most gorgeous, deep blue eyes."He must be doing well then to buy his little girl a nice new car," but she hardly heard him. "Is there something wrong?" Sorry, er no nothing, yes it was good of him," she finally shook herself free of his gorgeous image."I used to have one of those a. You walk away, I'm in despair,You show no mercy, show no care.But then you turn, and with gloved handYou beckon me, and so I standAnd follow you into the darkAnd into something cold and stark.++++++A bed, a room with little light.You blindfold me. Deprived of sightI'm trussed and tied onto the bed.You're wordless, and with nothing said,I wonder what the night will bring,To pay me back for lust's cruel sting.But nimble fingers now undressMy body, and your deft caressArouses me. I'm yours, I. He couldn't believe it! He never knew it was possible to feel this good!"You still have a job to do," she told him. He nodded and squirted some more lotion onto his hands. He reached out and placed them directly on her boobs.That felt wonderful too. He took a moment to get used to the feel of them; they were not too soft and not too hard. His hands slid all around them, massaging the lotion into them.Something was happening to the nipples, he realized. They were firming up, getting harder. He.