Conrad a few months previous."I want my mom to be your masterpiece," I said as we relaxed in his new office atop the old Cayman bank building. "I want...to see her sucking my cock and thinking that Denise Milani has climbed in my bed." I have seen her," he said as he waved his cigar."She's very fit for a 42-year-old woman," I said. "She has a nice body, but in recent months, you would swear that 20 years have just melted away. Here's the fun part – I'll pay you by giving you one of my Sunny. Handsome hunk? Was she just playing me to get the room? I was intrigued.I flicked the switch on the kettle to distract me from such thoughts while I thought of potential topics of conversation. Lindsey was busy looking out of the window at the small paved area that was supposed to be a patio, humming a song that I vaguely recognised from the radio. She wiggled her butt while she did it and I wasn't sure if it just went along with the song or it was for my benefit.Moments later, we were sat. .. we’ve started to reach ... a new ... compact or covenant or something like that. A pact. A deal. A grand bargain. We have, by mutual consent, turned over custody of our various body parts, or perhaps rights to them or something like that, to each other, for the purpose of sharing rather than hoarding, am I right?“We have agreed that I have the right to ... share your pussy, mouth, and ass ... with whomever I wish, is that so? Are we clearly in accord on that point? I could instruct you to. She was wearing a nursing bra underneath. She took it off, hanging it over the jacket. Her large, ripe breasts swayed as she moved. I could see the blue veins close to her skin. The nipples were always puffy and large, yet the tips were always erect. I thought they were the most beautiful things I had ever seen. Testing the water with a toe, she adjusted the faucet so it wouldn’t be too hot. Then she lit some candles, turned off the lights, peeled her panties off and stepped in. She waited.