As soon as he had disappeared through the hedge of the patio, she had started her work. She dusted, vacuumed, changed the bed clothes, even the pads o... the beds, and washed and sprayed a heavy film of air freshener through the house.She had paused in her work to have a bit of lunch, heard a car pull into the driveway next door, and had run to the window to see if it could be Peter. It wasn't. It was Vivian.Vivian turned and waved to her, then headed in her direction. Marily opened the door for. . ... VEEENNNGOOOO... MAMMMMAAAAA..!ti. ... vengooo... dentrooooo... .!!..... mammmaaaaaaaa...!Finita tutta l'operazione mi accorsi che aveva inghiottito tutto, rimasi sconvolto perché pensavo che certe cose si leggevano solo sui giornalini porno. Alzò il busto e trovandosi di fronte a me notai nel suo viso la vergogna e nei suoi occhi la voglia. Aveva le labbra lucide con le traccia del mio piacere. Con un pò di timore mi chiese:---- Adesso cosa penserai di tua madre..!?La rassicurai:---- Che. A conservatively dressed receptionist was evidently expecting us. She informed us in a refined British accent that it would be just a few minutes until Mr. Masterson finished his long distance call and inquired if we would like coffees. While we sipped them I noticed a finely detailed statue of a nude ballerina executing a graceful leap. I thought at once of my dancer friend Jennifer Maisten who, as far as I knew, was still a slave at Masterson Automotive. I thought also of my friend Rebecca. Baby Girl had reached her breaking point. She stood up smoothed out her short, purple, strapless dress, over her curvy figure. The dress I didn't get permission to wear, she mentally chastised herself. She walked over to the guys smiling naughtily and sat down right in the middle of the group."Which one of you boys wants to buy me a drink?" Three of the four guys immediately turned towards the bartender and ordered some fruity drinks. Baby Girl sighed internally, she really had no interest, but.