“5:30, remember!”“Bye, Daddy.” Penny pecked the corner of my mouth and bolted out the door.“I love you.”“Love you, too.” I’d barely ...losed the books when I heard the front door slam. I made my way downstairs, looking forward to coffee with Sarah. She’d finally prioritized comfort over modesty and reverted to going braless around the house. Even after having Penny suck my cock, it was still a real treat to sit at the bench and watch her fuss in the kitchen, her perfect, pert breasts bobbing. I quickly called upstairs to Richard Butler. Apparently, he was waiting for my call.“Let me guess Tim, you refused the money.” Richard laughed. “Yes, I did. But she walked out and told me to give it away if I don’t want it.”, I answered. “Tim, don’t be a fool, take the money. She will die leaving millions to charity. Open your restaurant, give your lady her dream.”, he replied. I went home that evening carrying more money than anyone could dream of having in their vehicle at one time. I went. It was wonderful, when there was nothing more to wonder. I sat on the hard carpeted floor with my back against the couch. The TV stared at me from my right, angled around the corner. The sound blared, the picture moved, but I was no longer paying attention. Katrina was sitting behind me, her legs were around me. Knees locked against my shoulders. Her hands upon my neck. They were warm, her blood flowed through her hands. It gave it some electricity. The pounding of her pulse. I didn’t just feel. It is worth noting her that she later told me she came to work in short dresses and didn’t wear any underwear. She was soon flirting with me and inviting me out for drinks. I was flattered but was trying my hardest to say no to her. Then during Lockdown we started to chat online daily. She was very flirtatious and talk quickly shifted away from work. I am not sure how it developed but we were not only sharing stories about our sex lives and fantasies but were soon swapping naked photos. Her.