“It’s for you," she told me. “What do you mean. For me?” I asked. “On Wednesday, I want you to get to the hotel first and be wearing that wh...en I get there,” she replied calmly. I pulled out a pair of black lacy knickers and still looked confused. “There’s matching knickers and a bra, which should both fit you and there’s also some black hold up stockings,” she told me. “I’m going to text you when I’m parking and I want you to be wearing that when I enter the room,” she said. I could feel my. "Sarge - Amanda. Shit, this is going to take some getting used to. Haven'tyou heard - Charlie's dead! He was killed about three weeks ago, just acouple of days after you disappeared".My mind was reeling for a moment. I had been so out if it that I hadn'theard a thing. Charlie - dead! But who killed him and why?I took a sip of my coffee, more to steady myself than anything, and tried tomake some sort of connection out of what I'd been told. Something wasnagging at me - a feeling that I should be. “That's the encouragement I need,” I grinned, squeezing her tits. “I'll rescue your daughter and come back for seconds.”“Yes,” she moaned, her hips undulating as I leaned over and sucked on a fat nipple. “Mmm, that's it. You're as old as my own sons. Mmm, suck on my nipples.”I nipped and sucked harder, savoring her moans as my other hand undid the laces of my trousers. I pulled my cock out as I sucked. I loved her fat nipple in my mouth. They were one of the gods greatest creations.The older. She was a pretty, buxom girl with long, black hair and she was also the daughter of the man he was working for. Every day at noon she would drive a buckboard out to the field with lunch for the harvest crew. Then she would have to sit around and wait until everyone had finished so she could gather up the dishes and take them back to the house.My dad suddenly discovered that Len was no longer eating lunch with him. Instead Len was always eating over at the buckboard and talking to pretty.