As he passed I heard him snicker. My face turned red and I quickly moved to her door. I knocked on the door and waited.After a moment, the door opened... and there stood Janet. She was wearing a white, wife beater teeshirt and a pair of men's briefs...she held a cigerette in her right hand. She said,"You're are late...I called the agency for a slut over an hour ago and I am waiting." I saw the game here and I begged forgiveness. She grabbed me by the tie and pulled me inside and closed the door.. His eyes suddenly flicked up to her face, stopping at her lips of course; one corner of which was curled up in an amused grin. His eyes moved further up to hers, and as they locked gazes for a moment, she paused in whatever she had been talking about and he could see... something in her piercing eyes that he couldn't quite recognize. Satisfaction? And then, she suddenly winked at him and continued on with the business as if nothing had happened. He looked back down at the paper to avoid her. Sticking up one hand I did a pirouette and watched the skirt balloon out showing my stocking tops and a glimpse of my panties and garters. Anne came up behind and pulled me toward her and said, "You are adorable I want you all to myself." Reaching down she caressed my raging hard-on through the silken layers. "But I can't wait to see my innocent little girl suck on her first cock."The flared skirt on the dress was a good thing because it hid my bulging cock nicely. Anne was wearing a red dress. Just lay back and think of England.’ ‘How long do I have to put up with you?’ ‘As long as I want….’ ‘You bastard….’ Putting his hand around her throat he smiled a parody of a smile as he lent up over her, his face close to hers, ‘Yes I am. Literally and figuratively. Just you remember that and behave yourself and you’ll find you get a lot more than you think out of this, and Patrick keeps his looks. Of course it will drive him mad as he has a strong Sir Galahad complex has our Patrick…..and.