I never let them go farther than just nursing, and they appreciated that. In their own weird way, they figured that I was keeping them from sin! The c...elibate priests were the ones who were really grateful, since I was giving them something they’d never get from a wife.And, once in a blue moon, I’d have a woman as a client. I never judged, I just let them suckle and collected their money. I remember one lady, a fashion designer, who’d unbuttoned her blouse ... she didn’t have a bra on underneath. I noticed how he was fumbling with the clasps and I realised he'd never undone a girl's bra! Ralph was a virgin and his friend's forty year old mum was his first woman! That got me even more excited!"Let me," I said. I unclipped my bra for him and let it drop. He was instantly fondling and kissing my breasts. He slowly crouched down in front of me, fondling and kissing me from my breasts all the way down my body till he was crouching with his eyes level with my thong. He had no trouble removing. The skirt was about two inches short of covering my ass. I said to him, “Bill, my skirt and your pants do not leave much to the imagination.” “I have noticed that you like to show off as much as I do,” Bill replied a grin. A few weeks earlier he had asked for permission to remove my bra, now he is telling me what to wear and calling me a slut. Funny thing is, I could not get enough of this guy. I loved being told what to do, I loved how forward he was, and most of all, I loved that huge. Drawing water into the tub which still had a rubber stopper, I washed up and rinsed off. There wasn’t any problem with drying off as the building was still hot from the daytime sun. Thus prepared, I set out to locate a good restaurant following dressing. There are a number of excellent restaurants in the Peachtree Center area of downtown Atlanta, and that was where I was going anyway.A transfer spell took me to the correct area, and watching those passing by from a break between two buildings.