Even tousled like it was, she looked like a movie star. I wanted to stand as she walked toward me, and not have such bad manners, but my prick was not...about to cooperate. I figured she was used to it anyway. I held out my hand to her, and that fabulous smile came on full strength. I pulled her down sideways in my lap. If she was even halfway decent in bed, I might set her up in a better place. Maybe Paolo’s murder was a fate thing. She stayed sitting up, looking into my eyes, then spread out. I was battling with my feet, planted in still unfamiliar heels, in an attempt to maintain my balance. Suddenly I felt the front of my upper thighs make firm contact with the edge of my desk, but Veronica was still moving me forward, holding my hair and pressing against my back with her body. Eventually the upper half of my body collapsed forward onto the desk. My face was now so close to the leather that I could smell it. “The one thing that you must understand, Lucy,” Veronica said calmly,. " She glanced around at the short order cook. "I finish in half an hour." I nodded. "Fine. I'll be in the lot. The Lincoln."Sure enough in 30 minutes there she was, hustling across the lot in her short waitresing skirt, with a jacket pulled over her head against the rain. I pushed the passenger door open, and watched as she slid in. Her skirt rode up high enough to show me a flash of pale skin above stockings. I was going to enjoy this. "Throw your jacket in the back, let me see you." I let me. It tried to nose into White Fawn’s pussy, but Silver Quail pushed it away. “Oh yes, mother, I’m starting to burn down there. I’m getting ready,” she shouted, withering on the furs. Silver Quail held her daughter’s small legs open and pursued her thrashing pussy. She sucked and licked, then found that White Fawn preferred having her clit tongued. Silver Quail knew about this through experiences with her own finger. She pursued the swollen little bud as White Fawn screamed and groaned..