copyright: Lesley Tara, 2011
I parked my little car in the tree-lined suburban street, took the folder of papers from the passenger seat beside me, walked up to the front door of the well-kept detached house and rang the bell, hearing its chimes echo distantly inside. I was wearing only a pair of scarlet hold-up stockings and red high-heels, but around each of my breasts Mags had tied a decorative band of the wide red ribbon, finishing with a lavish bow. xnx My God, this woman knew what she was doing! How many times have you got up on her desk and spread your legs, you little hussy?’
I blushed – which I know makes a pretty picture – partly from embarrassment, and partly from the vivid flashback of arousing memories. I was still slightly dazed from the adrenalin rush induced by the way in which she had
