Sierra is sitting on her bed completely naked with her legs spread wide and her fingers buried deep in her pussy. Two thoughts run through my mind as ... see Sierra in such a position, ‘that is so fucking hot’ and ‘oh shit, she’s going to kill me'. I quickly look away and apologise all while tripping over myself to try and get out of the room before Sierra loses her shit and flies into a rage at what was definitely an invasion of her privacy, as accidental as it may be.“Wait. Corey wait.” Sierra. Chapter FourSo our relationship changed. I was seeing Rita, mostly on Saturday mornings. Gradually it became a sort of routine. I'd get there about 10:00 AM and Mrs. Babcock would let me in and I'd help them make breakfast and we'd all three pitch in and eat it. Then I'd help with the washing up and Rita and I would go off to her room for more lessons. Then I'd sit and talk with Sarah until the paying company showed up.That next time, when Rita and I got on the bed, she had me eat her in the. Don't ask why. It's kinda genetic and it's kinda part of a curse. I'm gonna have fun with your friends. Especially Patrick. Sorry, but you're gonna have an irresistible urge to *ahem* finger yourself. Tweak my nipples please. I need them hard and erect. And don't waste my milk." Tucker didn't want to have sex with Patrick."No...wait...ahhh!" Pain shot through his body. Tucker's hands went absently to his shirt. He ripped his shirt off. He looked in fear at his chest. It started itching. His. I hoped I would feel better after that. By the time I finally crawled into bed, the clock radio told me it was almost two a.m. I didn’t have the energy to dwell on my wife’s absence. I was asleep in seconds. When I awoke on Saturday morning, a November sun was shining for a change, and I looked at the clock. Almost nine-thirty. I wondered what time Sylvia got home? She was sound asleep beside me, and didn’t look like she was going to wake up any time soon. I got up, got dressed, and headed for.