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Knowing one's place

... she replied soothingly, checking her natural instincts and assuming the role of the non judgemental lamb that he had opened up to. "Hmm," he grunted. "Well, as I said she leaves them lying around. Split up with her husband some time ago. So no, not the first time. Just the first time I got caught. And I wouldn't have got caught if my girlfriend had bloody trusted me! Always following me around she is, like a bad smell," he flared up, trying to deflect the issue. "Right, and what was it zat you did with 'er undergarments Monsieur?" "Filled them up with my cream as she must have dreamt of," he replied challengingly, his face flushing red; the embarrassment in stark contrast with his bullish demeanour. "So you think your mother in law desires you?" she said, trying to suppress the irony that was fighting to throw him a heavy right hook. "Look, I've read my share of psychology weekly, I know the tell tail signs," he fidgeted, his eyes wandering uncomfortably before his bullshit. "She sits there licking her lips when we go around to hers for dinner. She's imagining sucking on my dick; textbook stuff." "I see, so you don't 'ave a particular penchant for you mother in law, or older women in general?" she smiled sweetly. He cleared his throat and sighed, clearly not enjoying his confession. "As I said, she's always had a thing for me; I've just been doing her a favour really. The problem is with my girlfriend; she's a little innocent and naïve. I, of course, wouldn't want her to find ...

... out about her mother," he added quickly and pleadingly. "Very noble of you Monsieur 'enley, I'm sure. Amee, please come over 'ere." Amy moved forwards from her observation post at the back of the room, despite not really wanting to get any closer to this depraved excuse for a man. She approached the desk and dutifully stopped on the 'customer side,' feeling his eyes crawling all over her. "Amee, put your 'ands flat on my desk please," the politeness did not dissimulate the order. Confused but conciliatory, Amy bent over and placed her hands on the desk. She felt her short, pleated, red tartan skirt riding up the back of her thighs, and his eyes burning into her. Miss Montsarde walked around her desk to join them. "Zis, is the kind of young derrière that you were explaining you 'ad a 'difficulty' with Monsieur," she said as a statement rather than a question. "I can see the attraction of zis young, delectable flesh." Graham unconsciously licked his lips as his cheeks flushed and his manhood swelled. Finally someone who understood him, he thought to himself, and a fucking French shrink of all people! Amy just stood there uncomfortably, fixing her gaze straight across the desk and out of the window. She gasped as she felt a hand lift the back of her skirt and flick it onto the small of her back, exposing her panties. "Now Monsieur, is it the arse or panties zat excites you so? And I can see zat you're excited," she winked at him playfully as she looked down into his lap. Graham ...