'It smells of you,' a voice said. 'You just can't smell your ownscent.'I closed my eyes and found myself growing sleepy. It turns out thateven sleepin...g as someone else has a unique appeal. It's as if deep downI was worried that the second I fell asleep, my pretty young body wouldslip away from me. It would be like a woman I'd picked up and gone tobed with who was gone by the time I woke up. But I didn't need toworry. While my consciousness was away, my body would still be there,just as I'd left. . . sorry, it's supposed to be you, I know, but. . . . . . Oooooo, I couldn't help that one, Ooo, that's better, wow, that was strong, I must have needed that more than I realised. Suddenly she squeezed her legs round me even tighter, I gently pumped in and out. . . . . slowly. . . . . back and forth. . . . . . she was going again. This time he was with her, the thought of her creaming all over him, in a pool, in broad daylight was just too much, I jammed in as far as I could go and we. No. I mean... I was named after my great-grandma, it was her name, she was Scottish. And, uh, my family is not really super-religious. I mean, I don’t have a lot of faith in organized religion”Now that she was closer to the girl, Fay, she felt an almost magnetic impulse to touch her, run her hands over her skin, through her hair - despite the public setting and the nearby audience. The young girls were still staring, and Kirsten’s heart was racing. Mother was on her cell phone now,. My skirtrides up and as we drive to the office his right hand finds his way ontomy legs and thighs.We live just 15 minutes from the office and I work for him as hispersonal assistant in the sales department of an industrial robotmanufacturer not far from the centre of the capital of Finland. He is asenior sales manager and he always keeps me busy dealing with queries andletters.I also do his filing, typing up meeting minutes, taking notes andgenerally helping with sales enquiries and sending.