Then she came down and went to the bedroom. From there I heardher go downstairs for a while. I even thought I heard the basement dooropen and close a ...couple of times, but I wasn't sure. She was downstairsa good 15 minutes or more, before I could hear her coming back upstairsto the bedroom. It must have been about 5 minutes later that she cameback into the bathroom to check on me.She had me turn and face the back wall while she started to run thepersonal shower again. So again she was washing me. Now is time to face the fear, I stand up noticing my really tiny feet, and how different is the sensation of this body, if I have to describe with one word, this word is soft, I am extremely soft.I walk to the mirror, and yes, I am the blond hooker. I am a girl with maybe 20 years, with a messy hair, a beautiful face that looks at the same time innocent and sexy. I have childish dark brown eyes, a tiny and very delicate nose and a big ?Angelina Jolie? style mouth. My eyebrows are black, so my. I didn't get to fly out that day or the next and it was Friday afternoon when I got home. I showered, put on a comfortable pair of sweats, grabbed a beer and sat myself down in front of the TV to relax and watch the Rockies play Arizona.Betsy came home from her job as an office manager at five-thirty. She came over and kissed me and told me to change so I could take her out to dinner."Not tonight honey. I just want to relax, have a couple of beers and watch the game." That isn't going to work. The movie is getting a bit slow... not so much you want to stop watching all together, but enough to make you a bit restless.I start my hands gently running my fingers along your stomach and lower chest - avoiding your "fun bits" for now. Light pressure with the fingers, but not quite enough to tickle... then I kiss you on the back of the head, maybe a few minutes later one on the exposed portion of your neck, not letting my hands wander very far up or down. I'd nibble on your ear, gently,.