SUSAN SUENN

- How do you get rid of stress? I now love to go shopping. Nothing relieves stress like buying a new dress or suit.

The nasty voice of Linda, the fashion editor, flew into Ann's office. She sat without taking her eyes off the display of her Mac. In annoyance, nothing was dancing out with the article, she leaned back in her chair and listened to the conversation.

- I play squash. Sometimes I allow myself to wax my face or legs.

Corrina, her deputy, answered her. Both women, who spoke in the corridor, only recently appeared in the editorial office of Pzazza. They were hired by the patronage of very large people.

Squash? Waxing the legs? Going shopping? God help us, thought Ann. Found something to spend free time. She barely suppressed a desire to get up, go out into the corridor and tell them how she is going to relax today. I would like to look at their astonished physiognomy.

Cheering at the thought, Ann opened a drawer and pulled out an envelope. Inside was a letter received this morning, along with three black = white photographs. Picking up the phone, she pressed the exit button and dialed the number.

- Good day. Says Ann Saygel. Number two really suits me? Will he be free? Fine. Looking forward to our meeting.

She put the phone on the lever, her lips arched in a mysterious smile. She looked at her watch. Another two hours, and go. She poured herself a cup of black coffee and again focused her attention on the Mac display. The article must be completed before departure, the other is not given.

Then, on the way to the elevator, she overtook Clrrin with an armful of bright silk scarves.

“Accessories for the Hermes article,” Corrina explained. - Gathered in the therapeutic center, is not it? You never tell why you go there. What are they doing there, watching weightlifters?

“Not really,” answered Ann casually. - It is more correct to say that they give a load to the whole body. Sitting at the table is so exhausting.

“And it contributes to the accumulation of cellulite, dear,” and Corrina looked meaningfully at Ann’s imposing hips covered with black leggings.

Stretching a goat, Ann thought, watching Corrina's lean, lean figure. The arrow, however, hit the target. On the way to the treatment center I thought about the long years, during which I tried to get rid of self-doubt. And today, it seems, I could already boast that I was proud of the pomp of my forms. But Corrina managed to return her to her youth with a short remark, when she was terribly shy of both her big breasts and wide hips.

Lord, she just can not do without today's classes. The method proposed by the center convincingly proved that a woman wearing clothes of the eighteenth size is no less sexy than the one who wears the fourteenth. Arriving in Hampstead, Ann parked the car on a side street, then entered the inconspicuous door of the reconstructed town house. Red geranium and blue lobelia on the windows in no way indicated the services offered by the therapeutic center.

Ann went to the front desk. A pretty woman sitting behind her greeted her with a warm smile.

“Ah, Miss Saigel.” How nice that you again looked to us. Offers. Go to the third room. Your instructor will be up soon.

Ann thanked the woman and climbed the stairs. The interior is not amazing luxury. Marbled columns, black floor tiles, white walls. On the second floor, Ann opened the door with number three and entered. And there was nothing superfluous in the office: white Venetian blinds, a screen, a chair, a metal table with a lamp, a leather-covered massage table.

Ann slipped behind the screen and began to undress. On the shoulders hung a white terry robe. Undressed, she put on a robe, tied a belt. As soon as Ann appeared from behind the screen, the door opened and a young man entered.With a towel covered tray. In life, he looked even better than in the photo. Black, glossy shoulder-length hair in perfect harmony with a white t-shirt and pants.

- Good afternoon, madam. My name is James. I am your chosen instructor.

Ann smiled approvingly. She liked the tone, friendly and polite. In the treatment center, clients were never called by name. She was quite satisfied with such anonymity. She also knew something else: all her instructions would be executed to the smallest detail.

- Hi, James. Recently, I have been working too hard. I just need to relax. So without your services can not do.

James smiled, showing smooth white teeth. He looked very sexy. Straight nose, dark skin, dark = brown eyes. T-shirt tight tight impressive pectoral muscles and a flat stomach. The thought of his hands touching Ann's mouth went dry.

- I am very sorry that you give a lot of effort to work, madam. Lie down on the massage table. I will take care of relieving stress.

Ann did not force herself to ask twice, while James set the tray on a metal table, looked briefly at the printout of her instructions.

- All your requirements will be met. Can we start, madam?

She nodded, looking forward to the continuation. Each visit to the center concealed in itself something = something new. The fantasy of her chosen instructors varied the basic list she had compiled, which she would like to receive.

- First of all, let's take the starting position.

Ann shuddered with her whole body when he untied the belt and slipped the robe under her, revealing impressive breasts and a big, round belly. At that moment she was always blushing. Despite the fact that she ordered the music. Being naked in front of a nice, sexy young man, she especially acutely felt the flaws of her figure. But the paint of shame at the same time pleased her. The process of undressing was an integral part of the therapeutic course. Ahead of her waiting for new obscenities.

“Let me say, madam, that you have beautiful breasts,” James looked at her appreciatively. - Big, but elastic. And the nipples are just great. Convex and such a pleasant pink shade. Your lovers must love to kiss them.

The voice sounded absolutely sincere. She could believe that he speaks from the heart, and does not follow the list. Ann sighed as his tender hands walked over his stomach, over his thighs, before they got to his feet, spread them and fixed his ankles in obstetric straps. She felt the cold air of the office freely walking between her widely spread thighs. Her face already rivaled color with a tomato. She did not dare to meet with the instructor's gaze, when he, with padded suede straps, hooked her legs under her knees, lifted her hips in a vertical position and fixed the straps on the racks.

Ann felt excited. Now this nice young man could look at her "pussy" without hindrance. She almost tried to move her legs.

“Madame has a terrific body,” James’s fingers stroked her skin. - Such a charming soft belly. Such strong white thighs. And, let me say, a great "pussy." Lips so pink, so plump. Without hair, they will be even more beautiful. I will take care of it immediately.

- You think so? - at the thought that he would shave her now, Ann's heart beat fast. - Well, if you are sure of it ...

Ann liked these unhurried comments designed to convince her that she was the most desirable woman in the world. James once again made sure that she was comfortable (he placed her so that her buttocks were at the very edge of the table), then he put a leather pad under her head and shoulders, lifting the upper part of her torso.

I’m sure Madame wants to see what I’m going to do, ”he cooed, raising her hands and securing ...