Roger found his nut roast indeed tasty, and thanked the waiter accordingly. Ruth remained quiet, like a girlfriend out with her date, allowing the man...to deal with everything.Roger noted that Duchesney was having coffee now, and the waiter had tactfully left the bill beside his coffee cup. Duchesney touched his phone to the "pay" pad on the bill, and the transaction was over immediately.Finishing his coffee, he got up to leave.Roger and Ruth got up at the same time, and hurried to the vestibule. I should stop here and let the readers know that I have great muscle control, making my ass so tight you can barely get a finger in, or so loose that you can drive a small car into it. I can also pulse the muscles to milk a cock and get every drop of cum from it. Sometimes that results in the guy getting hard again and having another round.Well, that's what happened this time. I tried different muscle techniques to see what he responded to and found he was responding to tight on penetration,. I could see some lace just about level with her skirt but from a low angle I could see more than perhaps she was expecting someone to be able to see. What was that lace? I just didn’t know. As a curious c***d I wondered what it was. I quietly edged my cars closer to get a better look. I didn’t want to scare my Mum. As I came closer, I could see right up my Mum’s skirt to the top of her stockings (no tights for most women until the late 60’s) and the folds of a lace edged slip. It was pale cream. Although his day at headquarters was looking to be a light one, he needed a screwup in Hudson like he needed a hole in the head.“My computer can’t find any of my files, Sam!” whined Deborah Falstaff. “You’ve got to do something!”Sam cursed silently. If ever there was an airhead blonde born, it had to be Deborah Falstaff. He knew she was somewhere around the second or third most successful salesperson at the firm, but she epitomized the concept of ‘Breathe in, breathe out.’ She was also in Sam’s.