The kids are enjoying a breakfast of milk, cereal, omelet, and pancakes. Liza, who looks fresh from the shower, is now dressed in a white micro mini with an apron over a black racerback sports bra. "I feel refreshed after some early morning work," she says, winking at me.
I smile to myself. "So you're ready for another?" I ask. She ignores my question.
The early morning quietness is suddenly broken up by the incessant ringing of my phone. It is Shiela Martinez, one of the managers at the software company where I do programming projects. She called about some complaints from one of our clients, and requested me to attend to it immediately. "I'm really sorry kids. Some emergency problem has come up. Liza will have to drive you to school."
Liza looks at me in disbelief. "Please, Liza," I plead. "I can't refuse this."
"Mr. Williams, I have something to ask you about the car," Liza says in the hearing of the children, as she motions for me to follow her to the garage.
She opens the car door and takes a seat inside, facing me. I leaning on the car door, holding it open. "You shouldn't miss events like this with the kids," she says. "Besides, I have an appointment with two of my girlfriends. I also can't miss that."
I kneel in front of her and take her hand. "Just this once, please. I promise I'll finish it in an hour-- make that an hour and a half. You can leave the kids in good hands and come back for me. Then you're free with your girlfriends."
I look down, waiting for her reply. Unintentionally, my eyes rest on her crotch and I realize that she does not have any panties. Her legs are slightly apart, and I can't help but glance at her pussy. "So, will you agree to my plan or do you have a counterproposal?"
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