”“O...kay,” she said, thinking what have I let myself in for?The act went over even better as the finale to the night. Most of the punters had s...en the first performance and were ready. Diane added a couple of layers and two pairs of panties to wind them up even more. The boss had remembered that they had a ramp to connect the stage to a table out in the audience, in effect a runway like a fashion show, only lower and closer to the audience.Diane strutted onto the platform, lost the last set of. She returned my kiss, her lips hot but trembling, she didn’t say a word just stood still and nodded it was OK. I could hardly bear to lower my eyes beyond her titty`s, but aunty said it was nothing to worry about it was just like in the magazines I had in the shed. I knelt down, then lowered my eyes, between her legs was a lot of pretty blonde curls. Under which was , well nothing, no dicky, just a slot a fold in the skin. I looked up at mum, and she lifted her led so that I could see up into. Grant can catch me. A few minutes later, Mr. Grant strides back into the room. He hands me the papers I need and starts to show me to the door...but at this point, I'm too turned on the let this opportunity go. I stand up and slowly stride over to the window, careful to jiggle my ass as I walk. I get on my tiptoes and lean my head out of the open window, making sure stick my ass out toward Mr. Grant. Hopefully he takes the invitation. "This is an awfully nice view, Mr. Grant." I hear his breath. He stopped when he saw her bra. He smiled and told her that this Christmas, Santa was going to bring her some sexy underwear. She smiled up at him. She knew he would do it. Jack and her agreed before they had children that all the money they could manage would go to keeping the children happy. Christmas was the one time of year where they felt it was their right to indulge themselves as well as the children. It wouldn't be much. Carrie knew that two or three bras, a couple bikinis or a.