"Miss Sparks?"Sandy exhaled. Relax, girl. Calmly, you're the Ice Queen. "Sandy, please." Sandy, Chief Kostowe called me last evening, with some very i...teresting news about a family friend. I suppose this call is related?"Sandy sighed. "Yes, ma'am. How much did the Chief explain?" As much as he knew, Sandy, and everything I could dig out of him. I have to admit, I am absolutely tickled. Lenore seems like such a nice girl, and I owe you some thanks for getting her parents to call me. We will be. As an escort, my choice is to either take him as a client or reject him. If I'm teaching, I can suggest he see me with his wife, and I can serve them both." More threesomes?" If that's the right thing to do. But I was thinking that there would probably be other ways to serve them better, if I could work with them both." She paused. "I'm thinking of one client who came to me because he wanted someone to help him cross-dress. He was afraid to tell his wife, even after he admitted she probably. Her pussy was craving attention and she knew the person for the job. Emma, deciding that she'd had enough, took off her bathing suit. Her naked body was going to attract his attention. She bent to grab the lotion from the deck, her pussy wet with her juices. She spread the lotion over her skin, knowing that her father was watching, mouth agape and jeans tight. After putting on lotion, she walked to the house slowly. Her father was watching, lust evident in his eyes. When she reached him, she. ‘I’ll see if he’s free,’ I said. ‘I think I can persuade him to come, if he’s not going to Friday night services.’ ‘At least he’s Jewish,’ my Mother said. Dad gave her a withering look. ‘How is he going to support you in the style you deserve?’ ‘He has a very good job.’ Don’t mention the trust fund. He isn’t after my money. And his value is intangible, yet quantifiable. Ugh. That’s how Jeff would say it. I’ll leave that approach to him. ‘What does he do?’ my father asked. His tone and demeanor.