Since I was not interested in retelling the story, the kitchen and gatherings of girls I avoided like the Titanic.Luther seemed to be around me more a...d more, I noticed as I did some things about the house. I had calmed down somewhat, and 1988 was going to be here in a day. I finally, really noticed Luther. I was in the basement "the games room". He was there that day watching me and most of you know the look a dog can give you. With those eyes, which tells you, pat me or come here and say hi. “Sao Huberto Resort, Frankie speaking.” The girl in the receptionist’s chair was dressed nice in a slate jacket and red kerchief. She was a baby-faced, orange-haired, freckle-bombed, blue-eyed teen trying to look positive and professional. It was difficult giving her that hand up knowing she was for hire.“Hey Frankie,” Dad mumbled off, “We’re putting together a shindig. Send Livvie to join us.”“Will do. You are in the Daphne Blake room?” She said with a smile. “Excellent. Mistress Tanner is. I began moving upwards, caressing her calf as I licked higher. Her other leg was now resting between me and I was able to drag the length of it as I worshiped her other boot. The pace of her self stimulation increased a bit as I reached her stocking and continued up. I paused briefly at the inside of her thigh, sucking lightly until she put her fingers in my hair and directed my mouth to her open, soaking slit. She was fresh and extremely juicy and I took delight in pleasing her as she closed. I was her boss, but at the company that employed us both, I was every ones' boss. Her divorced husband was the lead attorney for a union that was known for strong-arm tactics and he objected to her having male company. But I wasn't a man who had affairs and anyway we had a lot of work-related issues to discuss and resolve.So there we were at the piano bar, about eleven PM, on bar stools, her skirt at her stocking tops and my hand on her thigh, her left boob pressing my shoulder. The music.