I discovered that the couture dresses and tailored suits she favoured looked fabulous on my figure. I could certainly afford them, and my delight in w...earing her choices, and wearing them well, made us both happy. Beneath the tailored cloth, black lace, silk stockings, and old-fashioned suspenders all entered my wardrobe, occasionally as gifts from Margaret, more often as my gifts to her. Makeup too, which as a feminist I had almost entirely renounced, Margaret took a delight in delicately and. Embarrassed I apologize and quickly leave the room. I wash my hands and go to bed, but the throbbing hard on and the images of Mom are keeping me awake. I begin to stroke my cock, and it is not long before I am ready to cum. I blow a large load in the air and it slops all up my belly and chest. I hear a small gasp from the door I neglected to close all the way, as the second and third spray splashes up on my chest. I ignore it and begin cleaning my self up, I have had enough shame for one day,. The sound faded from the piano and I heard the prettiest voice in the world in my ear telling me to keep playing. Gently I reached up and put my hand on the two hands embracing me. “Kristen I...I...I can’t believe you’re in here.” She broke her embrace and slid up next to me on the piano bench. “I can’t believe you can play the piano like that.” My heart raced; I think even she could hear it. I said to her in a low, graveled voice, “How did you know I was in here?” She turned her head gently. He seemed to think she was a common whore to do what she did. Jenny was helpless to correct his perception.Omar led Jenny to the front window of the whorehouse. It was about ten feet wide and built like a commercial display window. It had a high wooden bar stool on one side, and a five foot long love seat, or small couch in the center.Omar placed Jenny on the love seat. He had one of the other women let out her French braid and comb it out. They placed Jenny so her head hung over the arm of the.