On the Thursday Evening, he was struggling with a supermarket bag and his key at the door to the shabby Victorian flats where he rented, when a car ho...rn sounded behind him. It was Jane and her mother in an old Jaguar convertible.'Hi he said, uncomfortably, 'I was just visiting... ' Mother cut in- frowning.'Don't fib!' then she smiled.'We can't have you living there, you poor thing – we'll talk about it tomorrow- be at the house by seven sharp- we have to prepare you, remember!' Jane looked. And straight! I wasn’t sure about straight. His cock was getting thicker and harder.I laughed and made my way to the shower area. He followed. We sat side by side and showered off, sitting down on the stools, talking about this and that. All the time, I was sneaking a peek at his uncut cock growing in the mirror. He washed himself, unaware of me looking, but his cock was growing – maybe just from the pleasure of the water and company. I wandered over to the steam room and opened the door. It. I came & hid behind the main door. As soon as she entered I hugged from back. She jumped in fear.Valli: wait pannunga, Akka varanga.( please wait, kalpana Madam is coming )I didn’t know what was the new thing in the plan. She entered and scolded her.Kalp: What is this valli? See you haven’t cleaned the top corners of the sealing. Whatever it is you should finish the work and then only you can go. Mr. Ashok please check her wither she does the work properly because I’m going to mall so I may. ‘No, thank you. I’d like to see Miss Smith, please, now.’ It occurred to Wendy that she could use the conventions of polite society to gain a few seconds’ respite in which to think of some way to deal with this formidable woman. ‘Dear me, my manners,’ she reproved herself with an attempt at a relaxed smile. ‘Dr Laura Stone, Miss Frances Stewart.’ (It was only later, when we reviewed these events, that it struck us what utter folly it had been to volunteer our real names.) Laura fumed inwardly.