She cupped both of her breasts, offering them to the assembled crowd, and let one hand start sliding over her ribs and her belly. As it reached the to...p of her thigh, she lifted the leg over the side of the chair, spreading herself wide, and showing everyone the wet folds of her pussy.She had been correct when she told Gretchen she was turned on, as her pussy was engorged, all of her inner lips protruding, giving everyone a good show. The hand rubbed back and forth over her pussy, and the rough. The clerk pulled up the file and read; "The job entails getting the ladies ready for the gynecologist. You have to help the women out of their underwear, lay them down and carefully wash their private regions, then apply shaving foam and gently shave off the hair so they're ready for the Gynecologist's examination.The annual salary is $65,000, and you'll have to go to Billings, Montana." Good grief ... Is that where the job is?" No sir, that's where the end of the line is right now."These are. “Yes,”“Ok, we will do this driving.” The limousine started and drove off.“Exciting” the young lady said, “Who was he?”“A friend, Madam.” Donna said.“Ah, a friend of the husband, I guess.”“This young woman is really too smart for her age.” Donna thought annoyed. It brought her again into a difficult situation. What can she tell this client? She did not want everyone that was abusing her to know all her personal details. She wanted, needed, some privacy.“Well?”“Yes, Madam.” Donna admitted, not. We talked and our legs and hands were all gently touching each other when I felt a hand rubbing my leg. I didn’t say anything or think of anything until the hand kept stroking my leg and the hand was working its way up my thigh under my boxers toward my cock. Once I realized it was Steven and not my wife, I was unsure what to say or do...I was thinking of my next step and then I felt another hand touching my other leg. I had both my wife and friend rubbing my leg, moving closer to my cock. A.