Just as I was about to answer, the bathroom door swung open and there stood Christine. Her hair brushed, her makeup reapplied and her panties back in ...lace.“You look perfect, dear” complimented Connie. “Are you ready?”“Yes” replied Christine, “I think so. I’m a bit nervous but I want this.”“I’ll be right beside you, dear” Connie added, in a calming tone. “Just do exactly as I tell you.”Connie took Christine by the hand and they both left the bedroom… leaving me alone with my thoughts.I could. She resisted a little as her head moved towards Michael, who pressed forward to meet my pushing hand, as though a choreographed dance. Debbie's eyes sprung open wide as she felt the head push against the back of her mouth. "Shhh, let it in, baby, it's okay," I urged, and she gagged a little but allowed us to push her onto him. I watched as Michael’s cock disappeared into her mouth, heard her whimper, watched her neck bulge as the head pushed into her throat. My breath quickened as hers blew out. I stopped thrusting."No, don't stop, oh hell, please make me cum"I redoubled my efforts and her little face lit up with pleasure, the scowls and wrinkled brow giving way to something akin to beauty as she heaved and gasped her way to orgasm.I was climbing off her, peeling the condom off, ready to seal it in a disposal bag when I realised we were not alone.Her Mother was looking at me, I felt rather foolish, wearing a shirt and tie and socks but little else."Caroline, what is this?" she. I secretly smiled, as I carefully placed a black wig on my head. I felt a presence behind me. ‘Okay, I’ve really got to go now,’ I said, as I terminated the call. I think Kev was still speaking. I stepped into some heels and gave my face a quick check. I saw the reflection of my guest behind me. I smiled. ‘He’s still really pissed off with you,’ I said. I turned and took in the sight of Kev’s boss, Mr Sebastian, in a skin tight shiny, long sleeve royal blue leotard, with his hands on his hips..