He told me that I could sit on the chair if I wanted to and then asked me if I had been saving up. I told him if he thought that I didnt go home and f...nish what I had started with him yesterday that he was crazy. He said that he had and was hoping I would have too. I tried to assure him that I would be able to pump out plenty for him to see. Sean told me it might be hard for him to see it since he hoped I was gonna unload in his ass. I was shocked at how badly this guy wanted to experience. "How about me?"I stood up in front of him, naked except for the black seamed stockings in the classic modelling pose of one knee slightly in front of the other and hands on hips.His eyes travelled over my firm, ripe breasts, each nipple adorned with a delicate gold ring, down over my flat stomach to where he could just see the top of my hairless slit."Beautiful mummy" he said almost in awe, "Are you going to put your suspender belt on?"I smiled at him lovingly, the eagerness in his eyes gave. "Tanya smiled even broader, as she imagined how I would look in the outfit."Well?," demanded Amber, "what are you waiting for? Put it on." Yes, Miss Amber," I said.I pulled on the white hold-up stockings, feeling so erotic, and slipped the skimpy dress over my head, pulling the thin shoulder straps into place and fastening the tiny apron in a bow behind my back. The hem did not even cover my buttocks, I could feel it brushing my bottom.The stocking tops were showing, even while I was just. Branson seemed to begin to understand we weren’t speaking about his life’s work. ‘Oh I think it’s something else you are speaking about. Are you Angela?’ Branson asked relaxing finally. ‘Branson I want you. I would love for you to come to dinner Friday at my place. You would be perfectly entertained I can promise. I don’t bite never on the first date.’ I laughed. ‘So there is a second date?’ Branson asked timidly. ‘Please come for dinner. I will have all your favorites Salmon with skirlie mash.