There was this skanky looking broad who was maybe old enough to be my mother. (I shoved that thought WAY down into my subconscious as she looked into ...my eyes smiling lewdly.)"Hi, handsome, Ray says you're in need of some lovin' from a woman who knows the score."I looked down at her hand at my crotch, watching her fingers massaging me into full painful hardness. Yes I did need some lovin', and I needed it bad enough to even let this old broad give it to me.At first I looked around for a dark. I walked out into the garden and tom and jack were busy cleaning up the leaves from my lawn , 'hi lads how are you both today' i asked'hi mrs watson we are ok thanks' tom replied'do you think its ok to look through windows at nude old women ?' i asked'we didn't sorry we just glanced that way and saw you it wasn't on purpose honest' said jack'if that was true then that would be ok but its not is it after i noticed you i kept watching for you and you keptlooking while i dried myself off , whats. Part of him was eager to enter into the crazy scheme but the professional side of him was telling him it was wrong. He looked at Danielle and began to have ‘images’ of her undressing a female passenger. He had a moral conscience but it was slowly being ‘steam rollered’ by the thoughts of having some fun with his naughty work mate. “Here they come,” said Danielle, pointing to the first little crocodile of passengers who were heading for the luggage carousel. Phil had already spotted one or two. Antonio stood at the catwalk exit as each model stopped for his inspection. He checked clothing fit and finish, dispensed praise and critiques, palmed a boob or ass at will and received a ‘please pick me’ peck or smooch from each competitor. It was Antonio who determined which models got lucrative contracts to walk the catwalk and which ones got pink slips as they walked out the door. He relished the authority over them every day and, even better, every night. Gavin followed Attyka and Amarya.