I got everything prepared the night before. I left my bra and panties and my hold-ups in a neat little pile on the linen chest. I showered first thing... and then slipped into my clothes, putting on my make up in plenty of time. I wanted impress my prospective boss so much. I’d planned everything down to the last detail so that I would be on time. Why did the taxi have to break down? Why? ‘OK, don’t panic,’ I thought. Ring for another taxi. Deep breaths. Road works. There was the mother of all. She began sliding her lips up and down his cock faster, one hand now gently tugging at his balls. James' breathing was getting heavier and he started pulling at her hair harder. Knowing he was close, Kate pulled away from him, her lips tacky with pre-cum. She stood back up and pulled him in for another ardent kiss, clashing her mouth against his. His hands feverishly fumbled with the zipper on her shorts, and she soon felt them sliding down her thighs, followed by her soaking panties. James. 'Westing and who else? Tell me, I don't care who it is; I think you know what my answer is going to be.' Dee glanced at the clock and gripped her hand.'You know him too ... his name's Monroe.' A strange look of satisfaction glowed across the face of the young dominatrix.'Larch Motel, room 35; give me a couple of hours though, I intend to have a great deal of pleasure from him before you arrive. I know just the place to take him afterwards too.' Dee lifted the file and left. She was just. “Mom, what is going to happen when the public finds out about us?”“Well you have formed a new version of the 27 club.”“What’s that?”“27 is the age where a lot of rock stars like Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Brian Jones, Kurt Cobain and Amy Winehouse died.”“What does that have to do with us?”“Nothing. You are just making a new club where 27 is the age where a stepbrother and stepsister fall in love,” she laughed. “You will just be the first publicly known members of this new club.