"Do you ever hear the men in the office talking about me?" I'm not sure what you mean?" came his reply."Oh I'm sure you do," Kathy said. "It's no secr...et to me that a good many of the men in this office look at me as some sort of easy lay, even though I've never so much as gone out with any of them for a drink after work."Peter was shocked to hear the phrase "easy lay" come out of Kathy's mouth. It wasn't the sort of thing he'd ever heard any woman say."Well I try to ignore office gossip," he. I was transfixed. It was the girl from the Chemist! "Hey Vasso!" George shouted to her, "Over here!" She looked across to us and came over then sat opposite me as George introduced us all before ordering more drinks."How's the back?" she enquired with her soft sweet voice, "You look very well." It's perfect thanks to you." I answered and added "You do as well. I never realized it was you at first." Oh I do erm scratch well I think yes?" "You mean scrub up well" I giggled and she laughed."Yes. "Mommy didn't hear that, baby." "Yes," I choke out, mouth dry as a desert. "Yes, what?" Normally when she said this, she meant for me to say "yes ma'am" like the polite Southern girl I am. This time, I don't think that's what she wants. She keeps saying Mommy. . . Does she want me to call her that? Even though she knows what we're doing right now. . . it's a sin. Does that turn her on? To be deliberately sinful? "Yes, Mommy, you turn me on." She rewards me with a kiss. I'd never kissed a girl. Not only was the embarrassment of displaying one's body parts gone, but so had the reluctance to look at and touch another's. In fact, it had become boring and routine. The next day was more of the same, only in a different format. This time, the girl would be laying on her back, and her partner would start at her feet, touching and feeling of every square inch as she slowly worked her way up to the other end. Our labia and nipples had to be bypassed since they were still sore from the.