She kissed me, licking the toast crumbs off my lips before returning to her task. I had just poured myself another cup of coffee when Diana erupted, "...od damn it to hell. Fucking weasels. What the fuck did they do?" I spun the stool around to face her. She was cursing loudly and pounding on the marble counter top as I asked her coolly, "What's the problem, Diana?" She turned to face me, holding the counter top, her anger subsiding as she breathed deeply, visibly trying to calm herself as she. "Can I have these as well please mummy?" he says and places three pairs of "Junior Miss" panties on the counter."Of course you can darling, is there anything else you want while we're here?"He shakes his head at me and grins cheekily.Behind the counter the assistant doesn't see his hand slip underneath the hem of my skirt and certainly doesn't see his fingers stroking the naked flesh of my thighs above my stockings."No I don't think so thank you mummy"I part my legs slightly and smile as he. More

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