The side profile of her dress did what it was designed to do, revealing the teardrop shape of her breasts, nipples, and shows some breast skin by her ...rms. She smiled shyly at him, loving his eyes taking in her appearance.“No insult is intended but with your sexy looking figure and dress, you could easily pass as a high priced prostitute or call girl.”“Coming from you my love, I consider it a compliment. Luckily you’re the only one who can afford my prices,” she joked, leaning to quickly kiss. “Miss Flintkote.”“Mr. Murray. I have this letter from your office in Wellington.”I turned the letter over to him. He read, handed it back, excused himself and called from his office.Returning, he asked to see the letter again.“Do you wish to allow the deposit?”“Can you tell me anything about it?”“An anonymous party ... all I can tell you. I, myself, have no idea who it might be.”“Any idea how much?”“No, Ma’am. A wire transfer.”“Well ... Hell. I accept.”“Thank you.” Mr. Murray gave me a sly. We bring each other over the edge then I kiss your mouth passionately. “ Are you ready?” I ask.“Yes,” you reply.I slide your drenched underwear from you I call out, “She’s ready." Soon a young well-built guy enters the room naked. He moves straight to between your legs as you are once again rubbing your pussy. You reach for his hard cock and guide it between your pussy lips as I move to a chair in the corner where I sit and watch while enjoying the aroma and taste of your wet underwear. You are. “I’ll ask her if she wants to talk to you tonight or if she’d rather pick another time,” I said, going back downstairs. “Jane,” I called out. “Your sister’s on the phone. She wanted to know if she could stop by tonight or if you had something planned for later.” I wanted them both to know that it was Barb on the phone so nothing got said that she could overhear.They both looked at me, surprised that I was talking to her, but Jane responded. “I think that’s okay,” she said. “Ask her what time.