I'm starting to feel like I just won the lottery, "of course I would love to get a piece of that, if she were willing" and he says that you have had a...fantasy about a stranger picking you up at a party. He tells me more about your fantasy and that he is okay with me helping you live it out with one condition, but he won't tell me what that is just yet. He then gets up and tells me that he is going to tell you he has to leave and that you should catch a ride home with me.I sit there for a minute. Lace's eyes brightened as she gave a little curtsy. "You're welcome, Big Daddy.Do you need anything else?"I smirk impishly and say "Yes ... but when will dinner be done?"She says that it is nearly complete, but she has to drain the linguine and finish the sauce.When she turns to leave the room, I notice that the apron and heels are ALL she is wearing! My. Jaw. Dropped. I was so stunned my cigar slipped from my fingers as I steadied my glass. Lace looked over her shoulder and gave the most. Brittany's bald pussy and ass were naked and spread wide for him. He laid his hand down hard on her bare ass; smack! "So you didn't wear panties to this interview, huh?" He sneered. His smack left a bright red hand print on Brittany's ass. She squealed at the impact. "Fuck! Spank me, boss, spank me." She moaned. Mr Jones just laughed, looking down. He slowly slid a finger deep into Brittany's tight, pink asshole. She squealed again, pushing back against his finger. Mr Jones smiled to himself,. We’re even and we’re quits.”“What?”“Cut the shit, you voyeur asshole. You watched me yesterday afternoon when I was in here by myself. You know what I think of that.”“I did not.”“You were in the back yard yesterday.”“Shortly after I got home, yes. You know that. Checked the stonework back there. Then I came in after…oh, ten minutes. Then I went upstairs to my room.”“I heard you at the window when I came. You were watching me. You snuck back out and crept to the window like a snake. The bushes.