I think that would be exciting,” he said, with a broad grin. Amy laughed at him, “But you can accomplish that just by having a sixty-nine with on... woman; you don’t need two.” “I know, I know,” he said, continuing, “But having both in total control of their own…well…their own activity would make it more exciting, I think.” Amy sat up and became serious, trying to reestablish the escort/client relationship. “Would you like me to arrange something for you, either a bondage session or a. "Elizabeth finally spoke again, this time in a much calmer voice."Pam, Ben told you he doesn't take drug cases," she said. "I prosecute drug dealers; I don't defend them. So there is no way either of us can charge you a fee for cases we don't handle. Ben thinks the world of your daughter. There's no charge for helping out a friend."Pam headed into the kitchen – seemingly mollified for a moment – to help the girls with breakfast, but Elizabeth motioned for me to stay back."If you ever raise your. Even though I knew the halter top hung rather low, and bending over just a little bit would afford anyone who looked a good view of my breasts, I didn't expect to be giving too many views to strangers. As long as I sat carefully, the lack of panties would not matter one iota. Besides, I knew I could wear panties, and stop at Von's market -- a half mile from home -- put them into my luggage and lock it up. I wasn't sure I had a bra that would work under the halter, but I could buy one pretty. I was drunk, I knew that, but I was happy to see him and then, he was telling me he was my father, I could not believe what was going through my head, it was too much to take in, I almost passed out.We took a taxi back to his place and talked and talked, he was like the perfect man you always wanted, and the great father you missed and the fat we both were drunk helped to overcome any awkwardness, especially when he confessed to fucking my friend in the toilets in the bar, her smell was still.