Then we may discuss plans.” His sensitivity touched me. He knew Mandy and I had unfinished business and needed time for private dialogue. The door c...osed behind him and the silence thickened.“Have you any idea how confused I am about you?” I said, finishing my wine and pouring coffee. “No, don’t try to answer. Tell me what’s to be done about that filthy brothel where – ”“It’s been done, Clarissa. Closed down. Owners in prison.”My satisfaction was tempered by regret. I wished I’d been there to. Sis turned heads at the restaurant, she was just so hot! Mom asked us what we did all afternoon! “Making up for lost time” Sis giggled! I turned beet red with embarassment and rock hard with excitement! Sis asked me about my girlfriend! I showed them a picture of Yvonne and Sis commented on how hot she was! “I can”t wait to meet her” she said with a wicked grin! She then initiated a game of footsie & dug her stilletto heels into my feet! Somehow we kept our under the table flirtation from Mom. She walks (a little quicker now…) the remaining distance to my car her, shiny boots and leather skirt catching the headlights as she tries to hurry a little yet maintain some dignity in her exposed position. When she gets to my car window it is still closed and I leave her there waiting, only for a few seconds, but enough to bring the first signs of mild fear to her eyes; perfect, just what I want to see. As I lower the window I tell her to hand me the thong and as she does so I immediately. To be honest I wasn't that fussed and it just meant I could devote all my spare time to my fetish.Chapter 2These days my target of choice is married women and preferably those in their mid to late thirties. Over time I've found that these are the most likely to let me cop a feel. I suppose it's because most of them are married or in long term relationships. k**s have invariably taken their toll by killing off most of the passion in the relationship and perhaps the proverbial seven year itch of.