But what he was really there for was to sell them “recreational aids” as he called them.And while his reason for hiring my mother was to get into ...er panties, I think he really did fall in love with her. She’s an easy woman to love. And, of course, she’s really pretty.Anyway, it got worse. She did sleep with him that night, because she really thought there was something developing there in terms of an honest romance. She’d been working for him for six months by then, and to “celebrate”. . maybe in a year’s time or something, but maybe not.All that I knew was that I wouldn’t put up with that kind of bullshit. Not now. Not ever. It was a slippery slope. If I tolerated slapping, what would be next? Ever since my wife Jill kicked me out of the house, OUR house, I have been extremely committed to the idea of never permitting or condoning any kind of controlling, psycho, abusive, disrespectful, ungrateful, entitled, bitchy, or possessive behavior from a partner ever again.Notice. My parents were only down stairs I really hoped they had heard my slutty moans As I lay in a satisfied heap I wondered how the hell I was going to go to work with these on under my clothes The next morning as ordered by Dave I eased on my new dildo panties, I then put on my new work suit that Dave had helped me choose, it was great beautifully tailored to fit my trim shape and hug my ass, I had put on a push up bra to bring my juicey tits into view to complete the effect, I looked professional,. “I’m really tired,” he says.I grab him by the groin and give his junk a tug, pulling him towards the bedroom.We are still in the hall when I undo his belt and pull down his pants and underpants. His dick is still pretty soft. I can see it is kind of red, purple, it looks like it already had a good workout. Time for some more. I start massaging the base of his cock and rubbing his balls and he starts to stiffen up a bit. His cock is still a bit damp, from her, whoever she is. I put my face up.