It may have begun as a financial arrangement, but I think we parted as lovers.Chapter Three: My Third VisitI scrimped on groceries and went to see Rit...a on Saturday about 11:00 AM. Again, I wanted to be her first customer of the day. If I was going to get another 'lesson', I didn't want to be second. Mrs. Babcock met me at the door. She didn't look happy. "C'mon back in the kitchen," she said. I followed her back. Evidently they'd been having breakfast. Mrs. Babcock sat me down, poured me a cup. .." The door was unlocked, so I let myself in and walked down the hallway.My cock started to juice up at the thought of that bitch ready for my cock.I walked through the doorway into the lounge room and the sight that greeted my eyes nearly had me coming in my trousers. Laura was sitting on a single lounge chair facing the door. She was wearing only black stockings, a suspender belt and black stilettos. Her long legs were spread wide apart and her sweet clean shaven pussy lips were stretched. Never going to happen, Chris. Live with it.I sighed. I wanted to try something on. A dress, maybe. Some jewelry,perhaps. Maybe polish my nails. But no. Way too late to do anythingtonight, I reflected. Got work tomorrow, anyway. But, after strippingoff my clothes, I slipped into a silky negligee before crawling intobed.--My day job was at Sherwood Music. I worked the counter, sold guitars andamps, repaired and set up just about anything with strings that camethrough the door, handled the. “So what did you do next?” she asked.“I went to the kitchen and found some olive oil and was back in a flash.”“Olive oil?” she asked incredulously.“It works in a pinch,” I said.“So, go on,” she said. She was going to make me say it.“We found a room that was not being used.”“And you fucked my daughter in the ass!”“Yes. She asked me to.”“No kissing, no fondling…”“Plenty of that came after.”She ate a shrimp and emptied the wine bottle into our wine glasses. She said she’d be right back and got up.