He didn’t ignore her, but didn’t listen very hard, either. It was the routine. She brought him in a cup of coffee and set it on his desk and then ...losed the door behind herself as she left him to get his day started.He scanned his calendar. A client was coming in at ten to discuss applying for a zoning variance. Cal didn’t see a problem there. He had almost an hour before that. He turned on his computer to check his e-mail. It was then that he saw it.“Tanaka! I almost forgot.”The e-mail tag. Again I placed my middle finger to her cunt and finger-fucked as I sucked on her clit. Jan had sat up against the headboard, knees up, and watched me eat her daughter as she rubbed her own pussy with one hand and held tightly onto Brooke’s head with the other. "Is it good, honey? Is it good? I told you you would like it and I knew Dot could be your first woman." Brooke turned her head to look up at her mother. "Oooooh m-mom, yes, it's soooo g-good!" I kept licking and sucking this young pussy. Or so I thought anyway. So far, I had used it to eavesdrop, basically picking up on people’s thoughts. Which for the most part was actually pretty boring, not nearly as exciting as I first thought or believed it would be. Only on occasion would I actually pick up on something juicy, something titillating and interesting. It was like playing golf in a way. Getting frustrated, asking yourself why you played in the first place, and then getting that perfect swing, or putt. It’s what kept you. The clothed one smiled at Charlotte and I as Jenny stepped into the dress that she’d arrived in and then they left.“Right Georgia, what can I do for you? Your skirts and tops are just about ready.”“That’s okay, we’re not here to collect those; as I mentioned last night, well I think that I did, I owe Charlotte here some new clothes, a skirt and a top at least, and can they be ready for Friday? She has to go home then?“You don’t owe me a skirt G. That was your skirt that they cut off me last.