“You have a dog?” Molly asked. The woman smiled “not exactly dear. Something much better” she said “would you like to satisfy those wants an...d needs you told me about. I have the answer for you beyond that door”. Molly stared at the closed door. Just what was this thing the woman talked about? How could anything satisfy her wants, her needs? It sounded so strange but alluring. “I want to see” stammered Molly.The woman smiled again. “Why don’t you get undressed honey?” she said “get ready for the. Does that make any sense?" she answered.I didn't say anything, but rather handed her the massager, turned it on, and guided her hand with it to her clit.Again, as soon as the vibrating massager hit her clit, she sucked in air like it was the last gasp she'd ever get.As she found just the right position to hold the massager, I started moving the g-spot stimulator around to see if I could find my mark.It took about five minutes to get into a great stride, and I could tell she was loving what she. As my hand brushed her pubic hair my fingers lightly touched her pussy lips and she let out a little sigh. My fingers moved gently over her vagina to feel its swelling lips. Then my fingers found her clit and with slow soft movements I rubbed and stroked her clit while my lips gently came in contact with her vagina. I moved my hand away and moved my tongue to her clit and made soft slow movements that became harder faster as I heard her breathing become louder mixed with “ohhh!.” With my. There was nothing that would have gotten the scandal rags worked up. I was photographed in Miami at a Starbucks; I was eating a turnover and sipping a mocha. I was wearing a pair of white peddle pushers and a short-sleeved white blouse. The astute observer would see a pair of colored sandals on my feet. I had my sunglasses perched in my hair. Positively shocking. And if they'd asked, I'd bought everything at J.C. Penny.I had money, though I didn't pay attention to how much. I didn't flash it.