For bob-a-job week. Or maybe you’d like some cookies?”I held out the Tupperware box. She looked down, confused, then back at me. She looked round ...he lane again and beckoned me inside. I followed her down the hall to the lounge, my eyes on her tight ass, where she sat on the sofa, crossing her legs, her robe falling open. Now I saw properly what she wore: a red basque, slutty red fishnets, red spiked heels - and no panties. Mrs Robertson patted the sofa and I went to sit beside her, my knees. "And you are not frightened by this idea?" Frightened? I'm scared out of my wits about it. Being nude in the hallways of the Imperial Palace gives me just enough amusement factor that I can handle it."Tarras tried desperately not to smile and failed."So it's settled," said Janna. "This is what we will do unless you come up with something else." Actually, Janna, I may have one more card to play if things do not go well with the Ambassador."Janna had pulled her breakfast platter to her. Now that. I'm counting on you to stop that from happening. Let me have a few pumps, then tell me to get off. If you don't, we'll blow everything. Can you do that?" I'll try."Joy smiled then sank down with a look of pure ecstasy. When she bottomed out, she said, "Oh, fuck! This is too fucking damn good. Forget what I just said. Oh, God, yes! Oh, you sweet fucker. I need this. Oh, fuck, do I need this."Joy rode up and down the shaft three times as John positioned his feet to gently hook behind her heels.. It wasn't past me to put my hand over hers and give it a squeeze when we were close together like that or to remind her how much of a help she was. When I could I tried to give her some extra liberties or more allowance to make up for the extra things she was doing instead of being a teenager.There was a night when we had the younger kids in bed and she and I were up watching a movie. I was sitting on the couch and she had been leaning against me. The movie was a little long and she had dozed.