Before I can even attempt to question or object, I find myself spun around and unceremoniously dropped onto the ledge of the stainless steel sink; the...cold surface presses against the back of my legs and the cheeks of my ass and I shiver violently when Mason's slightly calloused palms drift along my thighs as he aggressively shoves the bottom of my dress up to my hips.“What are you doing?” I whisper harshly as he hooks his index fingers around the thin straps of my undies. “We can’t do this!. Oh god. Her mom kissed her and said, ‘At this rate of process you’ll by unzipping him in the street. Bring him in next time and take him to your bedroom. I don’t wish a neighbor to report you for accosting a child.’ ‘Mom he’s twenty, a man. I’ve invited him to dinner on Friday.’ ‘Well you appear to be besotted. Get him back on Saturday and invite him to stay the weekend.’ ‘He’ll be busy with auditions. You being the society’s patron ought to know they are being conducted this weekend.’ ‘Oh but. Every now and then, she’d lean back to look at me as if checking I was still okay with what she was doing before leaning back into an even deeper kiss.“Long dresses are lovely but, Faye, I do like it when the curtain rises, don’t you?” She raised the curtain, discovered minimal underwear and the next thing I knew, that minimal underwear was around my knees and her fingers were invading my pleasantly moist and inviting cunt. No complaints so far from me.“Trousers are less user-friendly than long. I own blouses longer than this!I ordered coffee and the doctor ordered a light breakfast. As soon as the waiter was gone Dr. Carter asked me to tell him how it went at my house last night. He seemed very pleased when I described the erotic night my family experienced. I was afraid of how he would react when I came to the end of the story and told him about procuring my daughter for my husband.He didn’t even seem surprised! He asked me about how my husband and my daughter reacted when I arranged.