Underneath she was wearing flesh-toned Wolford Fatal 15-denier seamlesspantyhose and had forgone panties to eliminate any lines or creases in herdress.... She wore a red Vassarette push-up bra with a deep centre plunge toshow off her magnificent cleavage and red Christian Louboutin Alminettesuede pumps. She'd accessorised with a diamond-studded choker, matchingdrop earrings and a bracelet care of Andrew's extensive jewellerycollection.Gillian wore her lustrous hair in her signature style,. I had all the physicalmoves down pretty well, including the split but I was lacking in thepersonality aspect. I needed to smile more and be more alluring andcharming. These were skills that were not all that natural for me toflaunt but I knew I had to work hard at them if I wanted to make theteam.Mom decided to get her camcorder to take a video of us doing ourroutines. "This way you will be able to see what I'm talking about. I know yougirls really want to make the team so this should help."Mom. Then you move away.I want to scream, as the fingers stop working in me, and I try in vain to find something, anything to rub against. With my legs so wide apart, I cannot get the tiniest bit of pressure where I need it. You stand at your desk on your side. My head is at the perfect height for what you intend. You unzip your trousers, releasing your cock. I am impressed, not expecting something so large from a man in his fifties. You grip my hair, pushing the swollen cock into my mouth, then. The things I do to myself in random parking lots. Hot, enticing secret pleasures. We have been doing this charade a while now, but it never ceases to amaze me when you are interrupted and must stop talking. Sometimes it’s a sick child, or a crazy wife outside your door waiting to discover what secrets her loving husband is hiding.Tonight is one of those nights. We are in the middle of some adorable getting to know you better conversation when you just stop. No response from you. I wait. Ten.