”With no need to worry about prying eyes, they slowly took off each other’s clothes and laid them on the sofa. The maid’s uniforms were simply s...tunning. Short black dresses with short puffy sleeves, white lace edging and high collars. Black tulle petticoats held the skirts out. First they climbed into the lingerie. Black lace bras – Henrietta’s had to be padded! – black garter belts with six suspenders, seamed white stockings, a red garter each, and the accessories: a white apron tied at the. ”“Just like your mother,” he grinned.I shivered, hating him so much for making my mother act as wanton as this. Loathsome man. I slid beneath the desk, his foul cum running out of my snatch. He scooted closer, his dick bobbing, dripping with my juices.“Enter,” he commanded.I shivered, hoping to learn something about the lodestones and my father's plans. I could suck his cock for that.A shameful flush ran through me. No, I just wanted to suck his cock. What had he done to. My dad's pretty tough, but Mr. Jacobs has it all. He's great,Steve."As Steve worked at the buttons of his shirt, Lee Jacobs had cast his eyesdownward to observe his son taking in every inch of his revealed chest. Hecould tell the actions excited his son. He felt excited himself justknowing he had allowed Steve to enjoy something with him. He wanted hisson to feel encouraged. Lee urged, "Go ahead, Steve; Let's see if you thinkyour old man is a stud. If I still have it like when you were a. What do you want?”“Sorry I’m late, but I had a hell of a time finding the place. I got a delivery that was supposed to be here, earlier today.”“I know nothing about delivery. Come back tomorrow.”“Ok, but I gotta drive this back to the port now, and put it back in the holding area. What’s your name so I can tell the customs people what’s going on?”I had no idea if that was what happened with rejected shipments. My best guess was once a shipment passed Customs, they could care less where it.