She put on a bikini and nothing else needs to be said about that. Mom looked great. In the last picture Mom was blushing, she had gotten very bold, an... she put on a sex negligée for me. Apparently she didn’t know how easy it was to see right through it…or did she. It was light pink, it was thin nylon, and she was nude underneath. Her nipples, areolas, and pubic hair were visible. The light coming in the window made the ends of her hairs on her head glow and showed the gap between her legs under. Again I could feel his prick pressing against mine, inside Helen. Dick and I struggled to find a rhythm at first, this was my first double penetration too, but eventually settled on a rhythm where I pushed in as he pulled out and vice versa. This meant that his cock was sliding over mine, which led to me cuming far sooner than I would have liked. However I did not lose my erection, so I then lay still with my erection filling Helen's cunt while Dick continued to pump in and out of her arsehole.. She frowned, and I wondered if in her mind she was blowing this interview.She wasn’t, but I could think of something else she could.Collect yourself Chris. ‘Miss Kavanagh, there is a final portion to the interview,’ I said, voice almost a hiss since most candidates I interviewed never even got to this part.She didn’t reply, simply content with boring into me with those hazel eyes.‘One of our associates isn’t cutting it, so what I’m going to need you to do is fire him.’She blinked rapidly.. “Remember how it was exactly.”“Um...” Hafnan worried.“Don’t slow down, put the suitcase on the bed.”“Ou--Yes, Natasha.” Hafnan squeaked. It was bold but Natasha didn’t seem to respond poorly to hearing her name. Hafnan tried not to stare. She unzipped the bag.“Clothes. Clothes. Remember how everything was packed,” Natasha said, as she watched Hafnan pick out everything and lay it down.“Yes, of course,” Hafnan said. She laid out everything methodically on the covers. It would be easy to trace.