"Rosalie, a little to the left!" Nick Rogers shifted his corpulent form disagreeably to the side and Rosalie compliantly began to rub his pale un-tanned back. As she rubbed, her large round breasts swung tantalizingly from side to side and the smooth complexion of her nakedness gleamed dully in the darkened room.

"I'll get that little cunt if it's the last thing I do!" Nick muttered, half to himself.

"Nick… I wish you wouldn't use such… such… language!" Rosalie said the words gently but she felt anything but gentle. Nick had talked of nothing else since his pretty young wife had divorced him in Mexico to marry her widowed brother-in-law… and Rosalie was frankly sick of hearing about it. But she was careful to hide most of her disgust with the old man whose mistress she had been for some months now. Everything she had now… the apartment, her clothes… everything, were because of him. And still she couldn't bring herself to feel grateful to him… he was just not the kind of man one could admire. She'd been secretly glad in fact when she found out that his wife had left him… she knew after all, how much Nick cheated on the woman… and she knew just how unpleasant he could be!

She rubbed him the special way Nick had taught her, a combination of rubbing and scratching that had to be done just so to please the aging realtor.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh…" Nick sighed. "That's good, Rosalie… that's good…"

Rosalie sighed and continued her rubbing, moving her small agile hands all over the large area of Nick's back. Her dark hair fell forward into her eyes and she closed them, blotting out Nick's image in front of her on the big king-sized bed and substituting a young man of her choice… a young man she had known a long time ago. She scarcely heard him as Nick continued to carry on about his plans… her thoughts were miles away.