Her legs were nearly at right angles, her left leg daintily positioned downwards to form a shapely ‘v’, masking view of her crotch, but that tease...d towards what lay hidden between.She wore nothing, top or bottom, though he imagined a cheeky, yet bashful smile worn across her missing face as she pondered the same excited emotions that Paul himself had felt, taking erotic pictures to be let loose on the world for the first time. A long, white feather boa crisscrossed the shot from her petite left. The sound of high heels wasunmistakable and amplified in the stillness of thedarkened building. Then out of the shadows came the moststriking women I had seen in, well, maybe ever. She looked worried and was walking straight towards me.She was wearing a tight leather skirt, it was clingingto a fabulous body, and was it short, showing more legsthan one sees in Vegas. She had a sheer white blouse andan open black leather vest. Her honey-colored hairspilled over her shoulders like a waterfall, but. This area, she'd been told, was the Theatre District, and she could indeed see a few theatres, one right there on the corner, another up the hill on the next.There was traffic here too, mostly going up and down the hill on Ninth Street, but also turning onto the next street up. She could hear voices too, people yelling and laughing; she thought she could hear music as well. She crossed the street against the light and went up to the next street, which was named Broadway. She looked down. Summer finally realized that she very much enjoyed the sexual pleasures Philip wanted from her, but she felt that there might be a possibility if she shared her experiences with her husband that he would find it very arousing and give her renewed sexual interest that had been missing in their lives for some time. She was right on the money."You mean, Summer, that you've been fucking your boss, Philip, and you've been sucking his cock and he's even been cumming inside your pussy and you haven't.