An open book lay face down on his stomach.“Here is the dress,” I said. I pointed at the panties. “And here is what I got to wear under it.”“... knew it,” he groaned. “I knew you’d have something up your sleeve.”I dropped the dress on the floor. I ran a hand up each arm.“Nope. No sleeves, and nothing up there even if I had some.” I went for broke and pushed the panties down too, stepping out of them. “Nothing in here either.”“Well that’s not true,” he sighed.“What?” I asked, genuinely. "You're a big boy, Brad. Do you work out?"He nodded proudly and flexed his arms, glad he'd worn the tight black T-shirt."Is there something you want to ask me, Brad?" I don't know, I just thought you were hot and I wondered..." If I wanted to fuck you?"He stared at her, stunned. Light-headed. He could smell her hair and skin, and the effect was overpowering."Sure, Brad. I'll fuck you. Are you sure you're up to it?" she asked. "I play rough. Is that okay?"He glanced around, relieved that the set. I decided to hustle over and get it before it was gone, too. It seems there are a lot of baseball players in the Phoenix area this time of year."He offered a rueful smile to the group for his attempt at humor."I was going to call you in the morning," Brock said. "I want to apologize for how I was acting." I want to apologize, too," Stan said. "I sometimes forget that you haven't had the indoctrination that most of my clients have. Can we sit and talk for few minutes?" Sure," Brock said. The. Robbin says that he has not touched you between your legs; is that true?” Abbie asked without turning to look at her daughter.“He never has touched me there. We agreed I would tie his hands up so that he would not forget that he promised not to touch my pussy.”“So why is there some blood on the back of your thigh, Amy?” Her mother turned and looked at the younger girl who covered her nearly bare sex with her hands. “When I walked in, you had your back to me and I saw a smear of red on the back.