"I'm sure he is getting good use out of them. What do you have going on today?"She laughed. "You're not getting off that easily, Rachel. I think I've ...earned the right to some details. After all, it was my idea if you remember."I gulped down a large sip of coffee while I tried to formulate my answer. "Okay... sure..." I said slowly, trying to buy time. "Well, he called a couple of days later and said that he found them and I acted all embarrassed and told him that I was sorry, it must have been. Who could blame the man if his oiled fingersaccidentally strayed into the boy's anus, and stayed there, eventuallyproducing a spurting emission by the boy's untouched but rampant penis,as he giggled in shock and joyous release? And who would grudge this mancarefully and lovingly licking up the pool of the boy's semen from hisscented belly before continuing the massage?And who would grudge the couturier the occasional caress or kiss towhich the boy gratefully and tantalisingly responded. He. I could see her washing her long dark hair. With her head back I could see she her pert, gorgeous boobs and imagined the hot water pouring over them. I started to get really horny and reached beneath my small, satin dressing gown. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath and moved my fingers down between my legs to my pussy. I stroked my clit with my fingers and couldn’t believe how wet I was already. I saw her hands moving down her body as she washed herself, massaging the soap into. I wasn’t particularly into well dressed men but he had a certain charisma about him which made him very attractive. He was also a smooth talker and full of compliments and at 19 years old I was easily impressed. Okay so he was hitting on me but in a patient way and that made me feel good about myself. During our conversations at work I learnt that he lived with his sister Lindsey and they were very close, they had shared a house left to them by their deceased parents for the last five years.