So I thought. I was evidently wrong. I was sad about Phoebe but I was angry too.I had noticed her expensive blouse earlier this week and commented on ...it, but she said her grandmother gave her some money. I had a bad feeling I was her grandma. I couldn't just outright accuse Phoebe however. I had to make sure it was her. It could have been a customer though it was very unlikely.It would normally cost some money to set up secret surveillance, but I could borrow equipment from my younger brother.. She said I am desperate for it I will do anything to get it.I of course answered. Anything?? Yes she said anything. I said lets get in the car and talk about this. she agreed and we sat in the car and started to talk, whilst talking I started to smooth her leg with my hand, she didnt object so I became bolder and started slide he dress up her thigh. No protest so I thought this could be very good.So I asked her if she would give me a Blow Job. She responded immediately saying yes no problem. "I will see you soon," I said as I ended the call and headed back out intothe airport. Ninety minutes later we were in the air and I was on my wayto meet my destiny.We checked in to a rather plush Hotel in central Zurich and unpacked.Changing into a short red skirt and white blouse with 3 inch red highheels I touched up my make up and then grabbing a red leather purse Idropped in my cigarettes and left the room to meet mum for dinner.Knocking on her room door I entered, she was dressed in a. ”There isn’t a response nor a sign of movement. Finally she stands up and slings back the shower curtain to see Mark standing clad all in a latex suit. Even his raging hard-on is covered in a latex cock sheath and nearly double in thickness as well as length. The sight is an instant turn on for Heather and a bit expected.“To tell you the truth, I want you to fuck me,” she breathes heavily. “I didn’t think you’d go and get the suit.”Heather smiles and pulls the man into the shower with her. He.