Urquhart," I say. "I'll take it and hang it back here." I walk over and take the coat from her. Another little smile."Thanks," she says."You want a ch...air?" I say, standing holding her coat. What the hell, she can stay as long as she wants, read all the books. But I'd rather see her read Dick Francis than Sylvia Plath. Even Judith Krantz.I stick my neck out a mile."You OK, Ms. Urquhart?" I ask. I don't call my customers by their first names, and I don't ask my customers things like that. Maybe. ”I played dumb, “She did?”That’s when she hit me, “You don’t know do you.”Uh oh I thought, but suddenly I thought I did, “Know what?”“Those two.”“You mean?”Marge nodded her head.I was dumbfounded, but I still played it like this was a joke, “Are you telling me my wife is having a case of the naughties?”Marge rolled her eyes like I was some asshole, “You don’t get it do you?”Yeah I got it. I was an asshole. That’s when I took her arm, “Come inside. I want to talk.” I cast one more look back at. Then he recalled Fiona saying the dresser had previously belonged to her and he realized that these must be hers. He knew he shouldn't have been as aroused as he currently was. Already he imagined her wearing these, with the g-string riding up the crack of her tight little ass. The sway of her hips as she walked... “Getting settled?” the sound of his mother's voice made him jump as he quickly stuffed the thong into his pocket. He hoped she hadn't seen it. “Yeah,” he turned and nodded. His. He got angry and slapped me, and said,”With your mouth, WHORE”, and pushed his dick in my mouth. It had been a long time since I took a dick in my mouth, so I was having difficulty sucking it. Slowly and slowly I got hold of it, and started giving him blowjob. It was utterly humiliating, and tears were coming out. He kept on moaning,”AH AH AH. YES BITCH, JUST LIKE THAT. DOES DIDI TAKE YOUR DICK IN HER MOUTH. I BET SHE DOESNOT. YOU SHOULD SHOW HER HOW TO DO IT.” , and started laughing at my.