Fun On the Job
When I turned up at his house, I assumed that this would be a normal massage job; since this house was no different than a number of jobs I had done over the year. I had got dressed before I arrived, and I was pretty sure as I caught a look at myself in the rear view mirror that I would not be getting any complaints tonight as usual. It had been a working formula for me, white satin blouse, black mini skirt, stockings, suspenders and satin knickers and bra. Clients loved me in these...