"Do you trust me Stephanie?" she asked, helping me to stand upright byoffering me her hand.I did my best to hide my shock when she reached between my ...highs andspread my legs apart."Yes Ma'am, I trust you." I meant it too. I'd barely known her in personfor 24 hours and yet I really did trust her despite everything she hadbeen doing to me. Clearly, I am insane.She smiled and sprayed a bit of shaving foam on my genitals. "This is whyI let you have your treat sweetheart. I don't want you. She texted the other day with, "lunch?" So we went out.When we met up I was in a suit for work. She had the day off so she was in a blue tank top and cut-off shorts. Of course I let her go first when we were led to the table - a corner booth in our usual place. When she sat I caught a glimpse of her pink g-string.I thought she caught me looking but didn't say anything.We sat next to each other, about a foot away, and the waiter took our drink order. We were the only people in the section,. My parents live on the other side of town because my mother and I are too much alike and my father was having a nervous breakdown. Mom shows up occasionally to make sure that I’m eating and that child services hasn’t put me in a foster home. Or jail.Tiffany, formerly known as Timothy, was my father’s business partner. Once a month or so, ‘he’ put on a suit, went to the office, and acted like a big boy. Most of time, however, she worked from home in a frilly skirt and cleaned the house. Both of. Keeping still while just moving my tongue around the shaft had the boy moaning and pushing his hips up. Since my lips were pressed against him he only moved my head up and down with his thrusts. I was just moving my lips up the shaft while swallowing the spit that accumulated when I felt hands on my raised hips and a cock exploring my pussy lips. Cum from my previous fuck had wet my slit again and now wet the tip that found my pussy hole. Knees on either side of my legs moved closer to my ass.