Her name is Madame Lisa and she is who I’m here for. Scott is also here for her, but he is married to her. As I approach their table, Madame stand...s up, smiling at me warmly, lovingly, as if I’ve just come home to her after a trip. I walk to her, almost numb with excitement, and she holds her arms out and embraces me strongly. She is wearing a very thin, soft, top and her soft ample breasts calm the patter of my heart. She smells of light, floral perfume and her hair is medium length,. I touched her over the panty and it was so wet. I started to rub her with one of my finger that made her more wet. Then i put my hands in side her panty & slowly I touched her pussy. Ooo it was so hot and wet. I was diying to taste those lovely juices. I pulled her pants a little downwards And she lifted herself a little to help me with that. I pulled it down and spread her legs as wide as possible. Oohhh it was totally wet and glittering with those yummy juices. I took my face near and smelled. "Where areyour shoes?" I was unsure which pair to wear," I confessed. "I didn't want to tryones with heels but was unsure if sandals would be appropriate forchurch." Good thought. Let's go to breakfast wearing sandals and we can ask."We had a packed morning because straight after breakfast we had a meetingwith the vicar regarding Helens concerns over sexuality, followed by acommunion service. Hopefully sometime after eleven o'clock we might havesome time to ourselves. Things weren't. She sat up a bit and said softly, "See, I told you that you'd likethem." Then she playfully bit down and I could really feel it.The new breast forms had some type of electronic sensor that wouldrelay whatever was being done to my own nipple. And yes I liked it.She worked on my breasts for a long time and I was loving it. Then sheworked her way down. She carefully undid the lace ties that held on mypanties. She was rubbing but silk covered legs and she moved all theway down, but instead of.