Prolonging her task, she started to wiggle her ass just a bit. Neither of us said anything. It was better that way. She knew that I was still watching... And I had my precious plausible deniability. After a minute, she started to get up. I picked up a folder and started to look at the contents. Chrissy didn't catch me staring, but she did look down and see my erection. She didn't pretend that she hadn't seen the impact she had on me. She bent over to whisper something to me. She lingered. We both went into her room and sat down on the bed and had a chat . I understood that the lady was trying to lure my mom into prostitution but I was trying to change the topic deliberately but to my shock my mom started responding to her and asking her how does she manage things and how much does she make and stuff. I felt so horrible and asked my mom to leave to bed for now as its late but my mom asked me to go to the room and lock it . I left and in the meanwhile they were chatting like. At school, there was a woman who gave me Swedish lessons every morning: I liked to lay back but she perceived that my brain worked anyway and generously allowed it, creating between us a feeling of friendliness that lasts to this day. In my class, I got along with everyone. My best friends were Erik and Frederick, the latter was ethnically one of those tribal bloods famous for their colorful clothing but he was just like anybody else mostly. I remember Erik and I went to a tavern one night. That is not to say that they are not fun, and exciting, but the stories begin to sound too much alike.I did go out on my own as an independent broker, and it has worked out well. I still do a lot of work for my old company, and they even maintain an office for me. But now at least fifty per cent of the time I work from home. Needless to say, I make great money and can pay Marcy well also.I think my paying her so well, is what brought about the big change in our relationship.It was early in the.
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