"Come on in Larry." The day carried on getting better, Tricia was in his office too. She gave me a welcoming, "Hi".Sarah showed me through the door. "...an I get anything?" she asked."Now," joked Harry, "the last time you asked Larry and me that, I seem to remember you ended up going shopping for ropes and tape." Yes," said Sarah, good humouredly, "and I never got my expenses paid either." Ah," said Harry, "where were the receipts? Can't pay out expenses without receipts. Ask any of the team.". He hoped not. “I’m, uh, going to go change. Don’t leave yet, okay?” she asked. “Sure, Mom.” She disappeared down the hallway leaving her son to sag heavily against the wall, his heart hammering. He told himself just how stupid he was to slip up not once, but twice. She was d***k, though, and there was a good chance she wouldn’t remember it. Even if she did, he told himself, he could convince her she’d misunderstood and she’d believe it. What mother wanted to believe her son had the hots for. He said to say I wasthe first of many perks that you would come to appreciate." She slid herhand down towards Sam's cock. Sam's hand wrapped round the cockreflexively, surprised it was so warm to hold.To distract her Sam said, "That is very pretty underwear. I am more of atshirt bra and plain panties girl myself."The woman smiled. "Panty girl huh?"Sam's cheeks burned. "I meant guy."She laughed. "No one is pure vanilla. I won't tell anyone." No really it's not like that." Sam stopped at a loss. The last thing I needed was to drive this beautiful black woman away. Looking at her now, even with the tear stains running down her cheeks, I thought she would make a terrific stripper. I wondered how well she could dance. The incongruity of this usually prim and proper woman dancing in my club struck me, and I had to stifle a chuckle."Last night I went to see Harold," she started. "I realized that if I truly cared for him, I had to confess what we had done." She paused to hiccup a couple.