'Are you tired?' asks Catherine, running fingers up and down my back. I can feel her hands sliding lower and lower with each time, pressing into my skin harder and harder impatiently. 'How is Rolf doing these days?' Her voice grows deep. This is the biggest problem. If I were single, I wouldn't have been so afraid of all those rumors and stuff. But this German stud is totally unpredictable. I wonder what he would do to me if he learnt about my new job. And I'm sure that if I tell Catherine about it, every cat in the city will know it by the morning. 'Awesome, as usual.' I didn't even notice how Catherine switched from rubbing my back to running her hands all over my body. I can feel her touching my belly, my boobs. Then she pulls herself tight to me from the back, hugging me.