She looks like an older version of my teen daughter. Before now, just for me, she’s worn my daughter’s grey pleated school miniskirt, white knee s...cks and white schoolgirl knickers. She’s got the kind of figure all men want, with big firm breasts and good legs. The kind of body men ogle in porn and men like me will pay for. She’s dressed for me the way I asked. White blouse, tight grey skirt, tan stockings and black high heels. Her blouse is thin enough to show her black bra underneath, and her. I said "what the hell are doing and come here and let me go".I suddenly hear her walking over so she came to her senses and was going to let me go.She said "you know what I am really tired of hearing you talk so let's close that mouth". Then she goes ahead and places a piece of tape right over my mouth and says this will keep you quite while I finish. Then she gets really close to my ear and whispers," I did not wear any underwear to go to the gym and I am really wet and it's not sweat." Then. Not too bright, honey. In fact, hardly the sort of thing she expected from the boy wonder she was pushing for them to hire permanently. She’s going to change her mind so fast that your head is going to spin.”Jack’s face dropped. That certainly wasn’t the response he had expected, but it was one that, now that he really thought about it, he had to admit was definitely true.“Now if you’ll excuse me,” Carla said as she picked up her bag, “I have things to do and places to go, as they say.”She only. Do not get your hopes up, it says nothing about when or how you leave.”“If you say so.” Maybe she could read kisses. But since I am a psychopath - according to three now-dead expert doctors - I was sure there was nothing to read. I reminded her of that.Then I said it was time for more play with the fun furniture downstairs. “Time to ride the horse.”“I am not big on large animals,” she said. Silly girl.“You have not tried my horse.”My third big item of sex-furniture is called the “sex-horse” and.