She lead me by the hand inside and into the living room where her mother was seated on the sofa watching the television. She looked like something out...any TV sitcom from the sixties or seventies. She was perhaps in her mid fifties with tousled blond hair which was liberally treaded with grey and was strikingly attractive. "Mom, this is Jimmy," said Sandy, still holding my hand. Sandy's mother rose and extended her hand. As she drew closer I saw her eyes were pale blue. She wore a sleeveless. ’ She patted the bed beside her. I sat, I couldn’t be sure that she didn’t have a gun in her hand that was hidden under the covers. ‘I’ll give you this, you were very quiet, the only sound that I heard was when you shoved something under the door, I assumed that it was to prevent me or someone else from interrupting you doing what it was that you were doing. I won’t even ask what that was, because I don’t care, even if it leads to my husband’s death, I no longer care what happens to him.’ ‘Why. I kick my shoes off and drop my trousers, and begin trying to cover my rock hard cock whilst keeping my back to him. His voice interrupts me“It’s not like anyone else is here, turn around, sit the fuck down and put them on” as he throws these tights at me. As he does so, he turns a chair around, and sits down facing me not six feet away. As I sit facing him, bent forward at the waist, preying my hardon will go away, one leg pulled up as I fumble putting them on as if I had never rolled up a. " "Oh hello Miss Gilbert, yes I am from the company, I hope you haven'tbeen waiting too long?" Nick said trying not to stare at her beauty. "Come in, and please, just call me Kathrine," She said this whilethinking at the same time, the title she would soon have him trained toaddress her with, would make the formality of Miss Gilbert pale bycomparison. That thought made her welcoming smile even broader.Kathrine was wearing a long rose colored satin dress robe that was closedat the top tight up.