I looked downward, full of remorse. Her smile grew more wicked. She shrugged, and her robe slipped to the floor; I feasted on her glory. She was the m...ost beautiful woman in the world. Even before I became their slut, I had enjoyed my fair share of hotties, but they were all candles compared to her bonfire."Why are you here?" she asked, her fingers idly stroking her belly, just starting to show her pregnancy, before trailing down to play with her silky pubic hair shaped into a fiery heart."To be. ...with no bra!One of he first things I noticed that several of these sexy models hadlight up cigarettes. They really knew how to smoke, with a sexy and ladylike sensuality. I almost got an erection watching these lovelies smoketheir cigarettes, almost like sucking a cock! I mean, that they knew howto exude sexuality and sensuously while simply smoking. Then I wasshocked to see that Supervisor Nancy took out a cigarette, and light itup. Again, she smoked her cigarette with such femininely air. She didn’t notice the faint look of surprise on his face as he noted her clothing choices for this evening. She wore a white blouse, with a few buttons unbuttoned, a short black skirt which was a little longer than mid-thigh, and a dark red sweater that would’ve shown skin but still left something to the imagination. The only piece of jewelry she had on was a silver necklace that had three rings with words written on the outside of each. She didn’t even know why she accepted his request. She. After all, I was mature but I was only a young woman.I was one of those early bloomers, had had my first period by 11 and waspretty much developed by 12 - with just a few inches to go on my chest. Ihad also kissed a couple of boys - at their behest mind - but never reallygot the zing or pang, or whatever a girl is supposed to get from kissing aboy/guy. Yes I was young and yes they and I were inexperienced and clumsy,mum told me. When I asked if I was gay because I didn't get all hot andsweaty.