Victoria took a sip of her red wine; she stood up from the breakfast bar where she was sitting. Another sip and she walked through to her bedroom. She placed the glass down on the dresser, then had a second thought and took another drink.
She opened her top drawer and went straight to back for a bag she had hidden there. She took a look inside and placed it on the bed. Taking a deep breath, she removed her clothes and returned her attention to the bag. Inside was a matching set of red lace underwear. One by one she placed each article carefully onto the bed. The first item was the bra, then the panties and of course a suspender belt. The last item was a pair of sheer black nylons.
Placing her clothes like this is normal before she takes a shower.
She had gone through this ritual with these particular items many times, but only when she was alone in the house. Eighteen months ago, she had purchased this expensive set, but never put them on. The sales lady was the only other person in the world who knew she owned such a sexy outfit.
Victoria picked up the glass again, and as she drank, she looked at her naked body in the mirror.
Her chest was flushed and has she touched her breast the nipples began to stiffen. The glass was still by her lips as her hand slowly moved down to her stomach. She circled her hand to try and calm the butterflies already forming inside. Another sip and her gaze lowered, she admired how she looked down there. Last night she had spent time pruning herself.
What was left was a small shadow of pubic hair, she had manicured it in the shape of an aeroplane strip. It finished high enough to show the separation of Victoria’s vaginal lips.
These were also flushed, redder than normal and slightly more swollen. Victoria touched herself down there and discovered what she already knew.
She was wet.
Victoria finished the remnants left in the glass and placed it on the drawers. She looked at her body again, and her mind began to wander.
Tonight she had decided to use the underwear for the reason she had bought them.
Tonight she hoped she knew who, but no matter what, another man was going to enter her body. Her husband was away, and she may never get another chance. She had to take the opportunity; there may never be another.
Victoria glanced at the clock, too soon to start getting ready, another glass of wine she thought. She walked through the house enjoying the freedom of being naked while she did.
She began pouring, but stopped the glass only partially full. She thought no; don’t drink too much keep a clear head. Then, without realizing she said out loud, “Fuck it” and poured some more.
Her mind began to wander again, asking herself if she was doing the right thing. She wanted another man; she loved her husband, but had an overwhelming yearning to be with another. It was a feeling she could not explain, but she knew she needed someone else between her legs.
Victoria wondered over to the window, today she had no qualms as she stood looking out, her nakedness felt good. The glass rested on her cheek as she watched the people pass. For Victoria each male was parading for her, it could be him, or him she thought.
Almost without thinking her free hand moved down to feel the softness between her thighs. Instinctively her legs parted, and her finger slipped into her vagina. As she had many, many times before she pleasured herself until she reached a climax. Once her consciousness returned, she realized she was still in front of the window, there for anyone to see. She giggled to herself and ran to the bedroom, spilling some wine on the way.
When she arrived, she went to the window to see if anyone was there looking. No-one was, a little feeling of disappointment came over her.
How exciting would it be if a stranger saw me with my fingers in my pussy, she thought. Then again, it might have been MrsJones from next door was her second thought.
Victoria lay on the bed; she smiled and put her hand between her legs again.
When it came time to get ready, Victoria took a shower and applied moisturizer. It was scented because she wanted to smell good as well as feel soft when her beau was close and ran his hands over her skin. She applied makeup and did her hair before putting any clothes on. On the bed, her underwear still laid out neatly. Victoria looked at herself in the mirror again, satisfied she looked good nude. She picked up the bra and put it on. Victoria turned back to the mirror and saw her full breasts lifted by the half cups. A small part of her areola bared above the lace material, the rest partially visible through the loose lace pattern.
Satisfied that her new bra did her breasts justice, she put the garter belt and stockings on. Again she looked in the mirror and admired herself. She turned to one side and then the other.
“Nice,” she said to herself.
Turning full on she looked herself up and down. For a short time, she played with the idea of not wearing the panties. Modesty overcame the thought, and she put them on. Another check in the mirror, and she was satisfied with the way she looked. This outfit certainly did her body justice, just as she had pictured herself in it.
Could a man see me like this and not want it off, she thought.
Next came her dress, she took it out of the wardrobe. Still, in the bag from when she had had it cleaned two days ago. She removed it from the bag and put on. It was a modest black dress that clung to her well formed and slightly mature body. She turned back to the mirror and posed to see herself. Just the look she wanted, with a full neckline and showing her curves. Because it ended mid thigh, it showed enough leg to be sexy, but not smutty.
She would be going to a bar she and her husband frequented. The idea was not to look as if she was begging for it, even though in truth she was.
Victoria pulled up a chair to sit on in front of the mirror. She sat there and practiced how to sit without showing an excessive amount of her legs. Then she did the same, so she knew how to sit to tease the man of her choice, and show him she was a naughty girl.
She combed her light brown hair which fell to her middle back again. Not too much she didn’t want to spoil the soft light curls, she had it styled in. Next came the accessories, red patent three-inch heels, and matching bag.
Finally, the makeover was complete, and she modelled herself in the mirror again. She admired how the shoes accentuated her calves, and her bare arms showed her golden tanned skin. Very, very sexy she thought to herself, what man wouldn’t want to fuck me. She smiled and looked at the clock, perfect, five minutes until the pre ordered taxi arrived.
When Victoria walked into the bar, she received a welcome she didn’t want. A few of the boys gave her a cat whistle, and a couple shouted their appreciation. In reality, she wanted to be inconspicuous in case her husband found out. She tried to laugh it off and sat with a couple of friends.
The butterflies had returned, she was now very nervous, but the tingling between her legs was on the increase. Scanning the room for her preferred choice of sex partner, she was disappointed not to see him. Now the time had arrived, she wasn’t sure she could go through with it, with just anyone.
“Stop it Victoria, one way or another you’re going to get laid tonight. Pick someone else,” she told herself.
She chatted and had a couple of drinks. Then her face lit up with a big, bright smile. Graham had arrived and was walking in her direction. Victoria was relieved; he was a traveller, usually in town this time of the week but not always.
Now all she had to do was to seduce him.
He walked up to her and said hello, not wanting him to pass she asked him to sit and have a drink with her. As he sat, he complimented her on the way she looked, “Is there something special happening tonight.”
Victoria accepted his kind remark, “If only you knew,” she said to herself, but to Graham, she said, “No, I just wanted to look good.”
“You certainly achieved that,” Graham complimented.
Victoria finished her drink and offered to buy a round. The two couples she was sitting with declined, saying they had to leave.
“So soon,” Victoria said, trying to sound upset, but willing them to go.
They left, and Graham said, “No, thank you.”
Victoria’s heart fell from her chest; she was devastated. But then she was brought back to new heights, “I’ll get these” he said.
While he was at the bar, she took the opportunity to slide her dress up enough to show the top of her stockings. When he returned, he placed the drinks on the table and sat on a chair opposite Victoria.
“Why don’t you sit here, next to me,” she said, patting the seat next to her.
As he sat, Victoria knew he noticed the carefully positioned hem of her dress.
She looked at him and smiled, “Do you like the way I’m dressed?”
“I’ve never seen you like this before,” he said.
“There’s more to me than what you see when my husbands here.”
Graham took the hint, and put his hand on Victoria’s leg and pushed her dress up, allowing him to see some bare thigh above her stockings.
Victoria pushed it back and said, “Not here, too many people know me.”
“Come on then, my hotel is just up the road, and there’s a bar there,” Graham suggested.
“Just one drink, then,” Victoria replied, hoping it wasn’t all he had in mind.
“One drink in the bar, but I have a mini bar in my room; we can have one there as well.”
“You mean one drink?” was Victoria’s seductive reply.
“Of course, and maybe breakfast afterward,” Graham offered.
Victoria picked up her bag and said, “Let me go out first, and you follow behind.”
When she was outside Victoria didn’t have to wait long before Graham came out. He grabbed her hand and led her to the side of the building. Graham pinned her against the wall, not forcefully, but enough, she could feel Graham was already hard. He kissed her the way she wanted, passionate but aggressive. His tongue inside her mouth playing with hers.
Victoria did her best to show him she didn’t mind if he was a little rough with her. As she moaned, she pulled his head closer, and his hands lowered to her hips. Then further, and he grabbed her dress, and inch by inch Victoria could feel it creeping up until it was around her waist. She wanted to tell him to stop, but primeval instincts had taken over, if he wanted, she would let him have her there and then.
Graham stopped kissing Victoria, and took a step back, “Where’s your car?” he asked.
“I don’t have one; I came by taxi.”
“Come,” was all Graham said when he turned and started walking.
Victoria’s dress was still around her waist, and as she tried to adjust it, she had to ask him to wait. Graham stopped and turned towards Victoria; he said nothing. As quick as she could Victoria caught him, but it wasn’t easy while she put her dress straight, and the heels didn’t help. When she caught up with him, he turned and walked on, a bit too briskly for Victoria.
“Slow down, please,” she said, “I can’t walk so quickly.”
Graham stopped again, and this time he walked back to Victoria. He put his arms around her and kissed her the way he had before. One of his hands fell and took hold of Victoria’s well-formed buttocks. He massaged them and then pulled her close to him. As before the effect on Victoria was submissive, he could do anything he wanted, and she wouldn’t say no. In fact, she wanted him to, she would probably do anything at this particular moment, such was the effect he was having on her.
They walked to the hotel not speaking; Victoria confused by his silence. When they reached the foyer, Graham reached in his jacket pocket and gave Victoria his room key.
“Go to the room and take your dress off,” he said.
“Aren’t we going to have a drink,” Victoria asked.
“Go to the room, take your dress off, sit on the bed and wait for me,” he said.
His voice was demanding, but sultry at the same time. Victoria didn’t know why he had this effect on her, but she obeyed him.
In the room, she did as she was told and took her dress off, then sat on the bed. Her emotions were all over the place; she was slightly afraid, not to the extent she wanted to leave. Her sexual anticipation overruled. Victoria’s body was in upheaval. She looked at her chest, which was pink in colour now, and she adjusted her breasts to show more of her dark areola. The adjustment worked better than she planned when one of her erect nipples peeped through the lace.
She sat there for a few minutes not wanting to move just in case, but of what she didn’t know. There was a knock on the door and Victoria went to answer it. Looking through the spy hole, she saw it was Graham. Victoria opened the door, but he didn’t come in. She peeked her head around, and Graham was standing on the other side of the hallway. Victoria dared to go to the edge of the corridor and popped her head out to look to see if anyone was there.
“Aren’t you coming in,” she enquired of him.
“Come here,” was his short and sharp response, but in the voice, she couldn’t resist.
Victoria took in a deep breath and strode across the hall. Graham took her in his arms and kissed her.
“Go back into the room and do as you did before,” Graham said.
Victoria couldn’t work out whether they were orders or requests, the way he spoke made it easy for her to do as he said.
Back in the room, Victoria sat on the bed. What’s happening to me, she thought. Why am I doing this, this isn’t me. The problem she had was that her body was telling her different from her brain.
Her other nipple had found its way out and was now on show. She knew she was wet down there, probably more than just wet. Her hand moved to her panties to investigate, but she stopped short of touching herself.
“He’s testing me,” Victoria said out loud, “he’s trying to find out how far he can push, how far I‘ll go in his game.”
There was another knock on the door. Victoria got up and opened the door. Graham stood in the same spot as before.
The same response came from Graham, “Come here.”
This time Victoria didn’t hesitate and strode confidently to him, and kissed him. His hands roamed over her body and then pushed
her panties over her bottom baring her arse.
Victoria’s eyes opened wide, the bell of the elevator sounded.
Her mind raced, what do I do. Her first reaction was to run back to the room, but Graham held her tight. She knew someone had gotten out of the lift, and her senses told her whoever it was, was walking their way.
Hold your nerve; hold your nerve Victoria kept repeating to herself.
She tried concentrating on Graham’s mouth, and his tongue exploring hers. His hands moved from her arse and up her back. She knew her butt was bare, but she couldn’t move. Not because Graham wouldn’t let go, she was becoming excited at her situation.
“Mmmmm,” was the muffled noise she made as her breasts fell slightly. Her bra no longer supported them. Graham had unhooked it.
“Let it fall.”
“Not fucking likely,” Victoria said, but that was in her head, and her bra fell to the floor.
She looked Graham in the eye and then lunged in and bit his bottom lip.
Something had to give.
Graham waited until her body stopped shaking and said, “Go back in the room and sit on the bed.”
Victoria couldn’t help but look disappointed, she had just been on cloud nine, and now she was falling back to earth.
She bent down to pick her bra up, “No, leave it,” Graham said.
As Victoria pulled her panties up the lift bell sounded again. She turned to look. In a sign of defiance, and to show him he wasn’t completely in charge, she stood her ground. Two older gentlemen got out the lift and walked past looking embarrassed.
Victoria felt empowered; she had never done anything like that before. She looked at Graham and smiled at him and returned to the room.
Back on the bed, Victoria reflected on what she had just done. She never in her wildest dreams thought she would be in a hotel corridor bare breasted and only her panties on. Exhilarating as it was she wanted this game to end and another to start.
Then she heard the door open; quickly she looked down the passage, it was Graham. She ran to him her tits bouncing. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him the way she wanted.
“Get on the bed,” she was told, in that soft, smooth voice that told her what to do.
This time she obeyed quickly, sensing she knew what was about to happen. Graham went to the drawer on the side of the bed and took out what looked to Victoria like strips of silk. She knew now not to ask questions, the game had started again. She waited in anticipation of what was going to happen.
Graham placed the bands on the bed, much as Victoria did with her clothes. He picked one up and went to the foot of the bed. Graham took hold of one of the Victoria’s feet. He wrapped the material around her ankle and then tied the other end of the bed. Graham bound her wrist the same way, and then repeated his actions on her other limbs.
Victoria found herself spread eagled on the bed; she had never felt so vulnerable in her life. The feeling though of sexual excitement still overpowered any other feeling she was having.
He sat beside her and leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips.
This kiss was different than before, it seemed to be telling Victoria he admired the way she looked, and he wanted her. He kissed her on the cheek and then nibbled her ear. His tongue lapped her earlobe; something Victoria enjoyed an awful lot. It was a switch that turned her on, and inevitably she came every time.This time was no different.
Graham carried on caressing her body with his lips, her neck, chest and then her breasts. He lingered there making sure he treated each nipple with the respect it deserved. Then slowly moved down, her stomach being kissed and licked in a way it electrified Victoria’s body. But then instead of carrying on he went back to the drawers and took something out Victoria couldn’t see. Graham came back to the bed and placed a pair of scissors by her side.
What the fuck are they for she thought, a little trepidation in her mind. Graham looked at her and smiled; Victoria took this as a sign of reassurance and said nothing. Graham put his fingertips at the top of her knickers and pulled them out just enough, he could take a peek at her pussy. Victoria’s reaction was to cross her legs, but of course, she couldn’t. Once he had admired Victoria’s most intimate secret, he allowed her panties to slide off his fingers. The band snapped against her flat stomach.
Victoria became puzzled when Graham left her and went into the bathroom. What can he be doing, she thought, and all sorts of possibilities went through her mind. Victoria glued her eyes on the bathroom door, waiting. When it opened so did her mouth.
Graham stood in the doorway naked.
His body wasn’t the best she had seen, but she was more focused on his penis. It didn’t seem fully erect, why she couldn’t figure out. It wasn’t above average length from what she could tell, but its girth was incredible.
As Graham walked over, Victoria’s anticipation level built, and she could feel the warmth building between her legs again. He stood at the bottom of the bed and picked up the scissors. What ever Graham intended to do with them, she was about to find out. He reached forward and gently took hold of her panties and made two cuts. Graham discarded the scissors and placed them out of harm’s way. Thoroughly relieved, Victoria knew what he had done and arched her back to help him. Graham smiled with appreciation, and slid Victoria’s panties from under her.
Graham looked between her legs, and Victoria watched as his cock stiffened, much to her delight.
What will he do next Victoria thought, she desperately wanted him inside her.
Graham though, was still admiring her; her pussy was in full flower. The entrance to her vagina opening. When he thought the time was right, he leaned in to taste Victoria’s honey pot. As he lapped her juices, Victoria released some more onto his eager tongue. As he licked his way around her pussy, he eventually found her clitoris.
He seemed to know just what to do to pleasure Victoria. As he flicked his tongue over the sweet spot, she twisted and turned, with delight.
If he stopped now, Victoria would be satisfied. She didn’t know how many times she had cum or how many times more she would.
Graham wasn’t about to let her down yet as he inserted three of his fingers into her pussy. Without any trouble, he located her g-spot and began massaging it softly with a fingertip.
Victoria’s body began to shudder again with yet another orgasm.
Graham didn’t stop while she was excreting her juices; instead, he started to finger fuck her. His pace and speed kept Victoria’s orgasm going for longer than normal.
“Fuck, god, fuck, Ahhh fuck,” she screamed.
Graham held his hand still as Victoria reached her pinnacle and his fingers became very wet.
When she relaxed Victoria smiled, her body glistening with perspiration. Her gaze centred on Graham’s cock, which looked to be erect now, and she salivated at the thought of it in her pussy.
Graham stood for quite a while looking at Victoria’s naked body. It wasn’t just perspiration on her thighs; it was liquid enjoyment.
He walked around the bed and stood at the side of Victoria. His cock was pointing at her face. Give it to me she was thinking; she wanted to taste him. Graham leaned in, and Victoria’s mouth opened instinctively, and her tongue came out. She stretched her neck as much as she could, but couldn’t reach.
Her head fell back onto the pillow, “Bastard,” she said to herself and turned to look at him. She noticed a sphere of pre-cum on the tip of his cock, and tried again to reach him, but in vain.
She so desperately wanted to taste him.
“Keep your head still and put your tongue out,” she did, but wondered why she so easily did what he said.
Graham leaned in and transferred the ball of cum onto her tongue. Victoria immediately put her tongue back into her mouth; she so much wanted to taste it.
She had no time to savour the sweet fluid as she felt Graham’s hand slap her breast.
She jerked her head and looked at him wide eyed.
“I didn’t tell you to do that,” he said, “only do what I say.”
For the first time, he had elaborated on anything he had said.
Victoria wasn’t pleased with what he had done. Though it was probably a small price to pay for the pleasure she had experienced. She may have also felt a little pleasure, and she had learned another lesson in this game.
She felt good when he bent over and kissed her gently on the lips.
“Lay there and don’t move,” was the next command, though it also sounded like a request.
Graham began to untie Victoria, knowing better now she stayed as she was.
“Lay facing this way, your bottom here,” he said, pointing to the edge of the bed.
Victoria did what Graham said, and then he told her to stretch her arms out behind her head. When she did Graham bound both her wrists again, and then anchored one arm to the bed. When he went to tie the other, Victoria pushed her luck and tried to touch his prick. She wasn’t successful, and it drew another slap onto her tit. It hurt, but Victoria did feel a tingle of pleasure again. Maybe I like it; she thought, what a surprise.
Before he tied her other wrist, he lifted Victoria’s hand and placed his cock in her palm. She tried to clasp it, and then she realized its true diameter. Victoria ran her hand along its length and could feel Graham’s veins protruding from the muscle. She began to enjoy the feeling, being able to touch him. Her hand tightened as she began stroking him harder, she wanted to make him cum.
“Stop.”
Disappointed Victoria stopped. She toyed with the idea of continuing and getting another slap, but didn’t want to show she may be enjoying it.
Graham bound Victoria’s other hand and walked around the bed. He stood at its edge between Victoria’s legs.
She knew the time was quickly approaching when Graham’s cock would enter her. Her body began to tingle again, a feeling she got used to tonight. The tiny electric shocks all ran in one direction and collided in one spot. Her vagina was on fire, her pussy lips swollen, and opening. She could feel a swelling inside; she was ready to cum again.
She openened her legs wider, inviting him in.
“Close your legs.”
Victoria’s heart fell, was he ever going to put her out of her misery.
Graham reached down and grabbed Victoria’s ankles. As he stood, he put her legs over his shoulders. He moved forward just a little, and Victoria felt the tip of his cock touch her vaginal lips.
“What do you want?” Graham asked.
He had never asked her what she wanted before, “I want to fuck, I want your cock inside me,” she announced.
“Where?” was the simple question.
“In my cunt, I want you to fuck my cunt.”
It was unusual for Victoria; cunt wasn’t a word she frequently used. Her emotions were running wild, and it just came out. It was too much for Victoria, her pussy exploded. She could feel fluid escaping from herself, as if she was pissing herself. Graham saw her head turn to one side and that she was biting her lip. Victoria’s legs jerked and pulled him closer.
He knew what was happening to Victoria. It was the right time; he pushed forward and didn’t stop until he was inside her to the hilt.
Victoria’s orgasm was so intense she didn’t realize what had happened to her. Only when her orgasm had nearly subsided did she realize.
She felt him inside, her pussy full.
He stayed motionless for a short time. He smiled at Victoria, and she smiled back. Graham began to withdraw, and Victoria had a feeling she had never experienced before. Her senses told her she was full and her vaginal walls stretched. As Graham pushed forward, Victoria’s mouth opened wide, and she clenched her hands into a fist.
Graham slid his shaft slowly a few times in and out of Victoria, and then his strokes began to quicken. Victoria was experiencing feelings she had never had before, especially between her legs.Graham became more forceful with his strokes, causing Victoria to the brink again.
“Fuuuuuck,” she screamed, loud enough for the whole floor to hear, as she exploded again.
Graham slowed and withdrew his prick from Victoria. Her body was still jerking, as Graham walked around the bed and stood by Victoria’s head.
When Victoria calmed, she looked up to see Graham stroking his cock. It didn’t take long, and his face grimaced, his sperm shot out. It sprayed over Victoria, landing on her stomach and tits. She opened her mouth and managed to catch a few drops as the stream slowed.
Graham sat on the bed and then untied Victoria. For the first time, she was free to move around. Victoria moved her head to Graham and removed any cum left on his prick. She managed to get a significant amount from his cock in her mouth and enjoyed herself until he said to stop.
“Go clean yourself,” he said, starting the game again.
Victoria went into the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. A smile came over her face, and she reflected on what had just happened.
She turned the shower on, and while it warmed she went back to the mirror. “Waste not, want not,” she said to her reflection.
Victoria scraped her finger on her torso and collected Graham’s cum. Each time she got a strip she sucked it off her finger. Tastes fantastic she thought to herself, and I could drink a lot of that especially from the tap.
Victoria showered, and when she went back into the room, Graham was already in bed. She had intended to sleep in her bed, but he lifted the sheets inviting her in. She looked at him and could see his naked body, so she removed her towel and climbed in next to him.
Another one-word command, “Sleep.”
Victoria lay on her back looking at the ceiling, feeling completely satisfied, but not able to fall asleep. Fall asleep, she did, because she woke feeling pressure on her buttocks. Victoria was on her side and so too was Graham spooning her. She reached behind and took hold of his penis and guided it to the entrance of her pussy. Graham eased forward and entered Victoria. This time it felt a little different, maybe she wasn’t as wet, but she knew that would soon change.
A soft moan came from her mouth as he began slowly massaging the inside of her vagina. Graham reached over and cupped a breast.
It was much different than before, more sensual and gentle. Victoria was awake to all the sensations, not in a constant state of orgasm. Victoria enjoyed every feeling caused by his cock inside her.
Then he stopped, and she felt his cock pulsing, as he filled her with his seed.
She smiled because she knew she had pleased him.
Not long after he fell asleep, and Victoria took the chance to leave. It was early morning and still dark, but she didn’t want to wake him. Fishing around, for the remnants of her clothes. She remembered her panties would be no use, and her bra was in the corridor unless someone took it for a souvenir. Eventually, she found her dress and figured that was enough. She put it on and sneaked out of the door.
She got the night porter to ring for a taxi, and it arrived in no time. On the journey home the driver kept looking at her in the mirror. Victoria convinced herself, he could smell sex on her, and she clenched her knees together. She became conscious, she was naked under her dress.
When she arrived home, she poured herself wine. She looked at the clock, five thirty. Too soon she thought to drink, then not for the second time she said, “Fuck it, it’s not early, just late.”
She took the drink upstairs and had a shower, before she took a sip of wine. The water was refreshing, and she enjoyed the water running down her body. It seemed her senses were still high. She wrapped her robe around herself and sat on the bed glass in hand. A smile came across her face as she recalled the events of the night.
Victoria almost spilled her wine when the phone rang, startling her out of her daydream.
She picked up the phone, and a familiar voice said, “Go to the window.”
Excitedly she rushed to the window and opened the curtains. On the other side of the road was Graham. Her immediate thought was how did he know where she lived.
“Drop your robe.”
Still unable to say no, she let her dressing gown fall to the floor leaving her naked. Graham looked at her for a few seconds and then put his fingertips to his mouth and blew her a kiss.
As he did an electric wave went through Victoria’s body, and she became wet again.
Footnote:-
I would like to thank Victoria for her help writing this story. She was instrumental in the idea, and helped me immensely.
Thank’s lover
