As I climbed out of the battered Range Rover, and was greeted by one of the Butlers. “There’s a Sue Wilson to see you in the Drawing Room M,Lady...” He said. “Tell her Ill see her in a few minutes, make her a drink, I need a shower.” I went straight up to my room and undressed. After a quick shower I put on a white ruffle front blouse and a black formal tailored suit with a long pencil skirt. I wanted this meeting to be formal. I hadn’t seen her since I was in hospital . I went down the. This happened when I was 17 years old; she was maybe on her early forties. It was a week end and we woke late that morning, I went to the kitchen wearing a white T-shirt and pink panties, to really get very surprised to see my mom at the kitchen table leaning forward with her black sexy lingerie’s. My hart start pouncing hard, I could not even say “Good morning”, I started to breathe very heavily, and I hardly could stand and walk. I was a masturbating addicted and always loved to come, and. We then began to set some rules to play by for both of us. I asked her if she had anyone in mind that she wanted to sleep with and, of course, she said yes. She had taken a liking to a black man that she worked with. I knew him but did not know if he would agree to our games. For her first time, we decided to play it as though I knew nothing of it in case he did not want to have sex with her. She began to talk with hime over a little while and become more and more friendly with hime. At. It was soft, silky, and snug against my body. I couldfeel something happening in my pantyhose, but before I could look downLisa had finished unbuttoning my new blouse and was handing it to me.I shuddered as I touched the sheer material. Still balanced on myheels, I turned the blouse around and found the sleeves. Plunging mylong-nailed hands into the soft sleeves, I drew the front of the blouseup against my chest, pulling the collar around my neck and feeling thelittle buttons in the back. .