She used sex to facilitate deals, and took pleasure from whoever caught her eye, usually without so much as exchanging numbers. She considered her own...demand as a sexual being to be a source of pride, since demand drove her metaphorical price up - allowing her to dictate the terms of her couplings. Every move she made, on the trading floor or the dance floor, was cold, composed, and calculated to generate maximum return for her investment.Today, though, something had come up that was not a part. They belong here ... they belong to Jack... And all the other remaining girls of the cheerleading squad were either elsewhere poolside or lying somewhere on the lawn in the backyard, cavorting with each other in delectably naughty ways, grinding their wet pussies against each other, tongues and fingers and toys being used to pleasure each other, moans and groans of screams of ecstatic, orgasmic bliss filling the air again and again ... it was all a glorious sight to Emily. Apart from having her. At that time she had given a few suits to be tailored to the shop and by mistake, those suits got sewed a bit tight than her size.But my mom asked her to wear the suits for some time instead of giving back to the tailor thinking that they would get loose upon use so she wore those tight suits most of the time which was a delight to me.Whenever I looked at her I got enticed by her big boobs which looked like they are gonna pop out from her tight suit. Many times my mum had to go out in day time. Eventually, she took the hint.“Sally speaking.”“Yes”“Okay.”“Yes, I’ll tell him. I’m sure he’ll be happy.”“No, I’m not ready to apologize yet. Try me again tomorrow.”“The fact is Ronnie, you took a big risk with my husband. Letting him screw you is one thing but to not protect yourself and to put our families at risk is the act of an idiot. You’re my friend and I thought that you would respect that. You disappoint me.”“Yes, I know but it is not the same. You knew about what Ron and I were up to.