Why should I keep quiet if they were treating me this way? My smile told Fred volumes. He shrugged his shoulders like it was a no-brainer. After we...finished lunch Fred bought me my own negligee and a couple of pairs of panties. He took me home and I walked in the front door. Mom was home early.“We have to talk,” she gasped when she saw me. Well, I told her practically everything although I did censor some of it. I assured her I wasn’t gay but bisexual (at least with Fred) and I wasn’t. Carianne didn't flinch or stop smiling as he slowly undid her belt and opened the top of her jeans, then he slid his hand down the front until it was clearly touching her crotch. I heard him whistle and say to his friends, 'hey this bitch has lace panties on and she's wet as fuck!". There was a lot of laughter and a flurry of very suggestive remarks while he began to finger her, rubbing his fingers along her moist slit. He stood up and there was a conversation I couldn't hear but they all. Would you like to see my work?”I handed it to her and talked her through a set of black & white images. Followed by some colour swimsuit shots, which I had taken in St Lucia.“Wow, these are fantastic. You are really talented.”“Thanks. These last ones were for a famous swimwear brand. That was a great gig.”“So, which one of these lovely ladies did you fuck?”Once more, I was taken slightly aback by her directness.“None of them. They are way out of my league, plus I always try to remain. I had forgotten mine at home.“Alice, this is Michael.”“Hello Honey, what can I do for you?”“If I got a small enough student, could you make a dog outfit for him or her?”“Clever idea. Like in PETER PAN?”“Exactly, I will have someone there tomorrow for you to measure.”“Great idea, see you then.”“Michael,” Jennifer said, “That’s a wonderful idea. I will bet nobody else has ever done that before. I am sure of it.”She finished up with a kiss, and we split for the start of our day.I walked back into.