She is a very good looking woman and she is into fashion, so it's not like she wears them with every single thing. If it's hot out, she has a sundres...s on and she has a tan, she won't wear them. Which is fine by me since she will put them on when we get home if I ask her to. But if she's dressed up for work, going to work in her scrubs, or wearing boots with ANYTHING, she has on pantyhose or tights. She sort of got conditioned to wear them for two reasons; the era she grew up in and her time. Yes! Do it! Yes, like that; well done.” He liked to encourage people when he could.“You, yes, silly girl. What’s your name?”“Angelica sir”He liked that, polite, he wouldn’t beat her. “Well, Angelica, you’d better come here, yourrr. Oh yes, your neeeearly needed to coollect your reward” And then he came.The girls watched in mixed horror and fascination as he involuntarily thrust foward into Monique Debeer’s mouth. They felt drawn to watch the events unfolding, even as their well-bred, religious. We arrived home without incident, nothing unusual at all. It was a relief but at the same time concerning. Were they trying different communication methods to see if we had broken the codes and were able monitor them?I headed straight to Robert’s office to find out what was going on. Robert had left for the day but there were several reports in my box and the duty man explained how they had come across the chatter.It came from a telephone and then a text conversation between the escort group. “Certainly not, because Fleur, stockings are sexier, and men love them.”I was loaded down with bags. Mum treated herself too.“Here lets get a set each of these, matching undies, the boys will love that.” Mum said. “Boys?” I asked.“Yes, boys.”When we arrived home Jack was waiting for us. Him and that big cock of ours. “Hey Jack,” Mum said.“Hey Mrs…….err, Lindzi, I err.” Jack mumbled.“I guess you want to fuck me and my daughter again, don’t you Jack,” Mum said“Well, err……….” “Of course you do.