Sometimes it was the old farts. Either way, they always showed up ready for us.We spent several minutes walking around and chatted up the clerks. Male... ones, of course. But some of the girls were interesting as well. Most of the girl clerks just glared and talked to each other about us, I am sure. We didn't care. We knew we could make their boyfriends happier than them any day.As if right on queue, the guards showed up. One old and one new younger one. We looked at each other and smiled. We had. She scrounged around in her draw for her bikini and threw in on the bed. Turning around she faced her mirror. She looked at herself in the mirror and slowly started to remove her clothes and took the time to appreciate the beautiful skin God gave her. She slowly moved her fingertips over her breasts and down her sides trembling at the feather touch. Her mind secretly wondered to a realm where a strong hand was the one gracefully painting her skin with passion. Closing her eyes she relished in. . she did smell wonderful....she set the coffee pot down and set down at the table across from me and throwed her leg over the other she was wiggling her toes and her sandel was flopping back and forth on her foot...You want some breakfast she asked ? I replied no thanks , I'd rather have you I told her . She stood up and came around the table and sit down on the table next to me...Is that right she spoke. I said ya! that's right. She leaned over towards me an our mouths came together, she. It had cutouts that showed off her sides and the bottom slopes of her breasts. She shimmied her hips. Do you think Ryan will love it? He will, I said, caressing her side up to the bottom of her heavy tit. What are you doing? she asked. Were not in your clinic. Just making sure your skin still feels right. I reached her breast, squeezing it. Everything feels fine. Good, she sighed in relief. I want to be perfect for Ryan. I kissed her on the lips. Yep, everythings perfect. Go try on your next.