(I had chosen the name because of a girl called Fiona who lived up our street. She was very tarty, with a fantastic figure, and always wore lots of ma...eup, tight blouses, mini skirts and high heels, with her toenails painted bright red or pink). 'That's better, I'll call you Fiona from now on' said Geoff. 'In fact, why don't you get dressed for me now Fiona, and I'll make us another nice cup of tea. Be quick'. Heart pounding I went up to my room and took out my stash of clothes. Mum's underwear. "Don't either of you perverts say a word or I will rip your tongues outof your mouths.For a long time now I have known, or at least suspected that you," shepointed at Fred, "have been cheating on me, but never in a million yearswould I suspect you were cheating on me with this other pervert." Shespat that last word out.What she told us was that the weekend she and mom won was a sham, nocruise, no weekend away. She, actually they, mom was in on it, made upthe whole story. They hired a private. This night was his."Do you know who I am?" he whispered to her, wiping her face down with a wet cloth.She whimpered and tried to move her arms, to get up."Do you know who I am?" he said again, stroking the cloth down her neck and into the v neckline of her tee shirt.She shook her head and he could see the desperate fear and disbelief beginning to register in her eyes."Do you watch the news?" The wet cloth was left at the corner of the table, his hand continued down into the v of her shirt. He. Again, sex would wait for sunrise.In he morning, a maid brought in the tray of food for breakfast. Niki asked, "Would you like her to stay, Mr. Gavin?" Of course," and the three of them pleasured him and each other in the Russian way. He was starting to feel much more welcome and a part of the culture after filling the hospitality girl with a massive load. Niki was in girly heaven going down on her as his cum began leaking from between the maid's legs. Niki slurped up every drop.The afternoon.