He was in his mid fifties, casuallydressed, shiny shoes, designer jeans and a polo shirt."Yes can I help you young man?" he inquired politely."I....I......." I was not sure what to say. I needed to ask for MadamePenelope but I was not sure who this man was or if he knew about herkinky side."Well?" he inquired."I'm here to see Penelope" I asked."That would be Madame Penelope to you Davina...." Not a very auspicious start," he added.I looked nervously at my feet and stammered, "N...n..no Master". Scared to death....but curious. What I didn't expect was that he now reached for my zipper and started trying to extract my semi-hard cock out from behind my underwear. He said I was small and I quickly barked back, "well what do you expect???" He took some of his lube and smeared a little on me as I started to get bigger... He did not really pay much attention to me since I was probably too small for his liking, but then took over with stroking his own cock again. His thrusts were now intense. "And I'm sure Dad did the best he could. It's not like he expected to die or anything like that. Although sometime I would like to look over everything he left us, you know, the trust and such." Sure, if you want to," she said with a shrug. "It's all on my perscomp. I'll get it for you whenever you want it, although I suppose you could get it any time you wanted," she said giving him a dig in the side."Mom!" he said, trying to look and sound innocent. "Surely you don't think I would break into. _Too good_, shethought to herself, _I hope he doesn’t–oh, my!_ His hand slid under the cup of her bra. “O-oh, that–,” shemoaned as his fingers brushed her nipple. _His fingers–likefire on me, oh, God, oh, God!_ “That’s nice?” Bobby asked. “U-uh-huh,” Terry breathed as she felt her back archinvoluntarily, pushing her breast into his fondling fingers.Bobby smiled. He pulled his other hand out from under her skirt.He.