” He looked at me hard, glanced at the sheets in the folder and seemed to make a final decision on something. I realized I was holding my breath. ...From the comments from Trudy, it seemed this might be my job if this meeting resulted in the confirmation of his previous analysis.When he started talking, I was shocked at the depth of personal information and knowledge he had and sought confirmation about. He probed into the nature of the relationship of my father and mother. He probed into the. Phone rang at 10:30. Caller ID said it John, the salon owner. I answered. John told me come in at 12:30. I have a customer at 1:00, he said. Who's the customer? Your favorite (sarcasm). You've got to be kidding. Not kidding. What does she want? Bikini groom. Ok. Be there at 12:30. My favorite customer. Mrs. Richards. THE bitch. Rich uppity one. Demanding. Talked down to me a lot. Extremely good looking and built. Upper 30's, nice ass, long legs, champagne glass tits. But what an attitude. Wife. My nipples throbbed on her skin, my pussy growing so wet.“How do you know about the lodestone?” Shevoin groaned.“I was in Daddy’s study the other day,” I purred. “Beneath his desk. You were talking about it. What’s it for?”“I can’t tell you that.” The mage rubbed sweaty palms on his robe, his cock tenting the front. So hard. So aching.“Yes, you can,” I pouted, resting my chin on Greta’s shoulder. I moved my right hand down her body from her breast, caressing her flat stomach, reaching lower and. I sat down next to them on the bed. He was stroking her hair gently and whispering in her ear. He wrapped his arm around her chest and his arm brushed her breasts. Kristen was a bit more developed than me. At sixteen she had firm 34B tits. She had long brown hair the same color as mine and hazel eyes. She was a bit shorter only 5 foot 2, and she weighed about 125. She and I looked a lot alike only her figure was less thin. I watched in fascination as Daddy slowly rubbed his hand over her.