"He sat down, took out his phone and punched a number. "Tiff," he said, "find your sister, she's probably in the basement with her toys or some stupid...assed kid, and call a cab. Come down to the office. No, don't bother to change your clothes. There's a problem, a small problem. Understand?" He flipped his phone closed. "Ten or fifteen minutes," he said to me.So we waited and talked about what he had done and what he spent all that money on - a lot of it gambling and on women, so he said. He. Yes, yes yes, she screamed.Her legs shut like a giant vice while her hands pushed me down on to her pussy.I lay there not knowing what to do next when I felt new warmth coming from her insides, I had made her orgasm and it was so wet. Her legs parted again and I now realise why it is called a honey trap, it was so thick and sticky around my face when I lifted up.“Lie on your back,” Mum orderedI lay on my back as ordered next to mum and watched as she lifted a leg over me, then knelt astride my. I am wearing my shortest skirt; it is tight, fitted and finishes 3” below the rounded swell of my arse and as I progress along the platform it rides up my thighs to reveal the lace tops of my stockings.4” heels, stockings, shortest and tightest skirt, fitted yet revealing shirt and jacket; this is not my everyday work wear. I have made an extra effort with my appearance for today is going to be a special day.I have a stalker you see, and it’s rather sweet. Every day he hides out somewhere on. “Hi,” she said. “I thought I’d come for lunch again today. I hope that’s OK.”“Of course it’s OK! I like having lunch with you.”We grabbed some sandwiches and Cokes and went out to the picnic bench.“So, what did you do yesterday,” she asked casually.Hmm, how to answer. If she was going to be my confidant, then it should be the truth, but I wanted to keep the conversation from getting too deep or detailed. I laughed a little.“Had mind-blowing sex. What did you do?”She gave me a hard look, “What?.