Barbara asked her if she would like to see the more specialist garments that the up market ladies who came to the shop for a personal service liked to...wear. Lynne brought in some items and Celia ran her hands over them in some state of excitement, and asked if this was the regular wear of customers. Barbara replied that it was, and enquired as to whether they would appeal to her as the lady customers preffered to be served by a lady who had a similar choice in undies. Celia said she had not. “That's your treat” she whispered in my ear. We were rocked out of that world as we got a knock on the door from one of our k**s telling us they'd finished dinner so I got up, quickly dressed and went downstairs to sort them out. I grabbed the camera before coming upstairs as I know she wants a creampie pic for her profile. She was lying ready on her back to receive me so I lowered myself into her and her hands grabbed my ass pulling me in deep, establishing a rhythm. My cock was like a trusty. It did have garter straps. I showed it to herand Inger immediately began to unbutton the front of her dark blue dressfrom the neck to the hem. She opened it and let it slide off hershoulders. She stood before me in only her black satin E cup brassiere,black satin briefs under black nylon tights and high heel shoes. Shestepped out of her shoes and peeled off her pantyhose. The waist cincherwould have covered the upper portion of her satin briefs, so, she peeledthem off as well."Don't you two act. “Please do. Think about it. Give me a ring.”She took the card, smiled and disappeared up the path to the house. He watched her take a key from her handbag. She gave him a little wave and went in.Each time his phone rang during the next few days, Harry snatched it up expecting - hoping - it would be Beryl. Disappointment gradually gave way to resignation. Two weeks passed. He thought about calling in at the supermarket on a Saturday but it would be unfair. If she’d really wanted him, she would.