However, she did have a receptionist’s desk in front of the door. I made a small bet with myself that Roxanna would be doing something which would g...ve me reason to scold her. Either I misjudged, she was lucky, or she had an early warning system. When I came into the room, Roxanna was taking a tutorial on our phone system. At a guess, someone in HR had gotten her started. She earned another brownie point by not ignoring me. I may be the boss, but that has never stopped rudeness. Roxanna heard. He did love her pussy!As she raised up and turned around, sliding down at his left, weak and joyful in her sweet relief, she felt tears of gratitude and love in her eyes. He trembled, he slid his hand down to her swollen, well-eaten cunt and cuddled it gently in his hand."Hey, don't cry, sweetie!" he muttered."Oh, honey!" she sobbed. "You're so good to me--after what I've done and--" Forget all that," he breathed, sliding halfway above her, kissing her nose and eyes and cheeks. "You're my girl. “I’m going to hang up now because Rachel and Steve aren’t waiting for me.”“Steve?” I asked.“A Fonte try-out,” she said. “I like to find out what my lovers are like before forging bonds with them.”“That’s not what you taught me,” I said.“No, but then Danielle and I needed you to find new Fonti quickly.”“Okay, well, have fun, and let the others know I’m thinking about them.”“I will,” she said. “Talk to you tomorrow.” Then she hung up.I returned to the living room. Alyssa and Mom had turned off. I was absolutely certain of it. Mind you I knew it wasn't going to be easy. I'd woken early and I left the house before mom had gotten up. And stayed away all day. I wanted her to stew a bit before I gave her my 'nude beach' sales spiel.I bought two wigs that day. Some body paint. Some weird sunglasses – a man's pair and a woman's. A wide brimmed hat. A beard. Fake moustaches. More than enough stuff to disguise two nude bike riders. To disguise a mother and her son.It was just after eleven at.