“Just his fucking cock,” The waif snorted, “always gets a hard-on when we are on a job, just the adrenalin, don't mean he fancies you.”“I'm ...ore concerned he has a weapon hidden there,” Jan snapped back.“Oh yes, he has a fucking weapon down there alright, look.” shouted the wait, and lunging forward pulled the man's tracksuit bottoms down to his knees.In spite of the tense situation, Jan couldn't suppress a gasp as the huge cock came into view. It hung down like a huge sausage, at least ten. Last weekend she had visited looking elegant and utterly gorgeous. Now she was something else. She dropped the fluffy white robe onto the bench and turned to face me.“What do you think of the costume,” she asked, “it’s a bit theatrical but my clients, and their parents or partners, seem to expect it. Curiously so do the girls. And especially their fathers. Who am I to stop their fun?”I was already excited by her boots and as she had taken off her robe with her back to me, I had had a chance to. ”“You’re still friends with your ex?”“No,” I said. “But some of my friends still talk to her.”Chad eyed the photo. “I mean, she’s not bad looking... though you’re totally out of her league.”“Yeah, well, I’m not playing for that team anymore.”“I should hope not. For more reasons than one.”I wanted to smile, but I still felt a little uneasy. I thought back to the picture of Johan. I couldn’t help wondering if he’d talked to Erica, or to Amy for that matter. My big fear was that he could out. ”“I’m being good Mom. Actually, I think I deserve a reward.”“We’ll let you watch me trim her pussy hair - won’t we, Mom.”Mary Ellen called her - Mom - and I could tell she tried to catch herself, but it came out.“I’m so sorry - I think of my mom so much - and you remind me of her. You’re so much fun and I love you already. You make me want to be your daughter - not just your daughter-in-law.”She sobbed against mom’s chest as Mom held her. “You call can me Mom, from now own, Mary Ellen. I’ll be.