The day at college had been a bit rough, plus the heat did not help at all. I didn’t want to meet a client smelling disgusting. After I was done, I ...decided not to use a lot of make and to keep things a little more simple. I never did usually use a lot of make-up, but tonight I decided that I didn’t need to go all out to impress the client either.After make-up and hair, I picked out a lace bra with matching panties, garters, and some black nylon stockings. I decided to go with a red dress that. I finished my drink quickly hoping he wouldn't question my remark. Harold called the bartender over ordering us drinks. I went to pay for my drink but Harold stopped me.”A gentleman never lets a lovely woman buy her own drinks,” Harold said smiling at me.We talked shop and drank with him buying the drinks. I asked Harold about his wife. I found out her name was Doris and that she died of cancer a few months ago. He told me he missed her but she was in a better place.”I only wish she could have. Her mom, on the other hand, was like you, more concerned with whether Eugene would make her daughter happy. The operative work here is "concerned." While the men were talking about money, Sandy's mother pulled her aside and asked her if she was sure that Eugene would be able to, you know, "satisfy" her. Mom thought Eugene was rather thin and "well, I'm sorry honey, but he just doesn't look very well hung. I was already married when I learned how important that is. I'm afraid he won't be able to. Ashley exhales and helplessly sags in her restraints. Her calfs burn and ache all the way up the backs of her legs. She can hear Mistress inhale subtly behind her. "Mmm… your smell is… potent sexuality. My, my… little slut, your ass is making my mouth water. My finger reeks with desire. Just like a naughty girl's ass should." Ashley couldn't feel more conflicted if she tried. Her embarrassment flushes across her face as Mistress is describing her ass' aroma in front of Tessa. But for some.