Let me know if there are!The remainder of my first day went as most do. The receptionist,whose name I learned was Jenny, showed me around the building...and have me the basics of what a personal assistant is expected to do. She didn't say anything about my "extra duties," and I didn't ask. There were papers to sign, of course. Really good papers, with the revised salary Mr. Smith had mentioned and a note from him detailing my dress code. Primarily, he expected me to wear skirts. Panties optional,. I would like you to meet part of our security team. Mary opened the door for you and this is Justin.”Justin reached out and shook her hand as she introduced her children, “This is Joseph, or Joe, and this is Janice, or Jan.”They all shook hands and Morgan asked, “Where do we go from here?”As she asked this, Aimee and her girls came down the stairs and not too quietly, as usual.I noticed that Joe couldn’t take his eyes off them and stared at one in particular. Which one I wasn’t sure though I. We asked for the check and I insisted on paying it. As we stepped out, I extended my hand and said, “it was nice meeting you, I wish to stay in touch”. She said, “if you’re not in a hurry, we can go to my room and have another drink” and without waiting for my response, she began walking towards the lift. She probably realized that I wasn’t so dumb to refuse it. I happily followed her.We entered her room. Apart from the bed, it had a two-seat sofa. I chose to sit in the sofa while she settled. She had a towel wrapped around her body and was drying her hair. I was picking up the money left by the client when Brooke came and lay down on the bed.Mom picked up a T-shirt lying on the chair and turning her back toward us, opened her towel and wrapped it around her ass, leaving her wet back naked. Then she put on the T-shirt.“Mom, you’re too old for this,” Brooke said, looking at the T-shirt which was so short that her under boobs were peeking out, and since she wasn’t wearing bra, the.