.She smiles as I see her check out my ass [no plumbers crack, I hope] and reminds me to come and see the one final item that needs work at the end of ...he hall. She leaves and I can hear that she is far enough away so I can sneak one more sniff. I flush the toilet a few times and find no wetness or leaks.I walk to the end of the hall and innocently look in the open door to my right…I see a beautifully decorated bedroom with a big fluffy bed and my customer-lady laying there! Her jeans had been. Howcould he know I liked this or any other nightgown!? Then I realizedthat he must have had a way to spy on me!I sat at the vanity and in the pile of fluffy pink lingerie I foundthe pink garter belt and put it on. I fumbled, shaking as I put thepink, lacy brassiere on and then stuffed the cups with Kleenex onceagain. I looked at the package of nylon stockings still in the plasticthen opened them to see these were pink nylons that matched the garterbelt! I put them on and noticed how sheer they. The only gay guys I knew I didn't like. And what they did was sick.Or at least I thought so then. Now I wonder. I started daydreaming about Mike's Dad. Wishing he were aroundmore. Liking it when he smiled at me. I even got to liking it when hehugged me. My family never hugged. But he would reach up (he's about 6',I'm 6'4") and hold me tight, and I loved it. I was kind of surprised thefirst time. But I liked it the second. And loved it the third. What I didn't like was that I began to. You ready bitch, ready to get fucked good and proper? Again she didnt reply, Fiona just watched the pale cock begin to slide in and out of her abused asshole, moaning as her orgasm rose deep in her body. Watching as about the 18th different cock entered her anus since giving herself to me and becoming my cock whore. 6 long years of no sex and here she was 42 years old taking another strange cock in her anus in a country lane, on her daughters boyfriends bonnet as I stood wanking. What a whore.