I’m just her dog walker. I’m Emma,” she said, extending the hand not holding the leash. The guy took it and shook.“Hi, I’m Brent.”Brent wa...s Emma’s height, looked to be in his late twenties, and was somewhat plain but otherwise good looking. Not overly rugged, but fit. He had glasses and short brown hair. Oh, and a wedding ring, she noted.“So what’s this little guy’s name?” Emma said, bending down to pet the pug.“Bruiser,” Brent answered with a laugh.“For real?” Emma asked, looking up.“For. Then I asked Kate, "She didn't sayanything about us stopping, did she?" No she never even hinted at it. But, she did mention that we wereeighteen. I did ask her why the book, and she told me it was to help herand me open up to talk about sex, and the relationship between men, andwomen. And, she told me that you and I should both read the book. Thenshe told me, that when dad had gotten her the book, that she though itwas funny, but she actually read it, and so did he. And, it's made a. I don’t want you to see my boobs.Me: Okay (with a disappointed face).So I lay down near the edge. First, she started with scrubbing my back for 2 minutes and gave the massage around the neck to almost my buttocks.She was really a pro in massage. I was having a good time when she started to tease me.She intentionally touched my back with her boobs. I was pretty hard down. Her boobs were very soft and her nipples were pretty hard. Whenever she pressed her boobs on my back, an electric shock. I close the car door and turn the air-con on full. It’s stiflingly hot and the sweat is running off me. I pull out of the car-park waving to the security guard and head for Glasgow. I will make it, I have to. I booked this hotel and I don’t want to be late. I feel more relaxed now, the air con is blowing cold and I am smiling at the prospect of the rest of the day.The phone rings, I see the number is you. I answer with my official reply, pretending to not know who it is and I hear your familiar.