Mrs. Potcia continued her massage in silence, gliding her oiled hands down over Bella Lisa’s breasts, belly, thighs, arms, hands and fingertips. She turned her head to the window, looked down at the ocean and thought of Mrs. Potcia’s story, along with her physical attraction to Williamson. She began to feel something, a warmth growing within her heart for him.
Only one woman had ever come to the house? Could that be true? How could it be that no woman had been able to snatch up this handsome, sexy and successful man by now?
She wondered who that one woman was that had come before her. Though it was true he was much older, she felt a strong s****l attraction for him. Perhaps she was even more drawn to him because he was older. He exuded a confidence and a sensuality and didn’t feel the le
