I actually don’t think he ever said a word, but he was very into my body. He was hard immediately and it was impressive. I hit my knees and started ...sucking him. At first I went very slow, licking up one side and down the other and then taking as much of him in that I could. I felt Patrick behind me, touching me gently. He traced fingers down my back, over my round ass and down to my thighs. His fingers made his way back up to my already hot pussy and he started fingering me. I came within. She saw too much, knew too much and what she had revealed had made me feel persecuted, watched, almost paranoid. She had rocked my world, not in a good way, on three separate occasions, and I feared that she would continue to do just that. I was frankly afraid that she’d been able to dig up something more about me or my family, but except for the sad story of my wife, which I guessed she already knew everything about, there really wasn’t that much to be found. My mother was still alive and. I did my face,starting with my foundation. I painted my lips a deep cherry red. Iadded purple eyeshadow next, matching the color of my skirt. Mymascara filled my eyelashes, making them pop. A little bit of colorwent on my cheeks. It wasn?t perfect. Not even close, but it waspassable. From my eyes down I looked like a saucy, slutty, walking wetdream. Only my hair and the rising tent in my skirt broke theillusion. I needed to do something about both. My wig was sitting in abox in the kitchen, but. If there's this much electricity over the phone, how will it be to meet him?By Friday, I am exhausted as usual. What I really need is a long lie-in, not anonymous workmen turning up at the crack of dawn. So I turn in even earlier than usual. But hell's bells! The knock at my door on Saturday is at 7am! This chap must be very enthusiastic, or a professional pain in the arse. Possibly both. So I drag on my dressing-gown and totter downstairs.I open the door on a real surprise. A man of medium.