“10 million dollars a year, Jack”, she whispered into my ear.The closet was securely locked, and there was nothing else to do, except enjoy the mo...ent.I took her gorgeous face in my hands and kissed her. Her soft, dark brown hair rippled through my fingers while I savoured the taste of her full lips. Within seconds I was caressing her ass under her skirt, feeling the beautiful roundness of her buttocks.“How married are you?” she asked, grappling at the front of my trousers.“Apparently not. His eyes were closed and his mouth open. He wasn’t breathing, though. His whole body seemed tensed, slight tremors rippling over his taunt body.I took hold of his cock with both hands and marveled. I released it and lay a hand out, my fingertips at the front of his scrotum palm up. His hard cock lay on my arm. It was well past the middle of my forearm. It could have been 14 inches long. It might not have been quite as long as the donkey’s but almost. And … it was thicker. It wasn’t as thick as. But remember, whites or pastels, no darks, and, now that I think of it,cotton and nothing else." But why only cotton?"A knowing smile as Mother rose to her feet and spoke. "You'll learnwhy when you get ready for our shopping day together. It will be thefirst lesson of a condensed course in why and how girls think abouttheir undergarments." Mother..." I didn't get a chance to go into a full snit becauseMother reached down, caught my wrist and slapped me hard on my tush. Itried to yank my. After a long hot shower I styled my hair and put just a little make up on, but you know me I had to lash the lipstick and lip-gloss on. Looking through my wardrobe I thought a nice black pencil skirt, my black Basque with shiny stockings, a black see through blouse over the top and my playboy high heels would give a sexy look but not appear too slutty. Once I’d finished dressing I was quite impressed with the look I’d chosen except my thong was digging a bit tight. I couldn’t sit all night with.