She couldn’t pull defiant off. As we stood there watching each other, each waiting for the other to break the silence, it was broken for us. The d...orbell rang… and we both jumped.Recovering first, Millie walked over to the door and looked out.“I don’t believe it, what is he doing here?“Who”, I ask.Looking defeated, she replies, “Looks like you get to meet my Prince Charming”, and opens the door.Standing in the doorway is a 50-something middle-aged man. He is in decent physical shape and I. Without hesitation my fingers went straight to my pussy. He and I had masturbated together before so I was quite comfortable doing this with him again. I knew how much he enjoyed watching me play with myself.I began to stroke the side of my clit slowly and circle it with two fingers; he took his massive weapon in his hand and began to masturbate for me too. What a glorious sight that was. What a glorious fucking sight indeed. His face was racked with lust, studying my every move, staring fixed. My cock stirred at the memory of Mother's body beneath mine.I banished that thought. I needed my focus. Today I dueled the Living God for the soul of Japan. He would die on my blade."The False God's sword will shatter on your armor, Divine Samurai," Hikaru proclaimed, her hips swaying as she wrapped the crimson obi about my waist and closed the haidate.Orihime and Chisato carried over the yoroi, the iron cuirass that would protect my torso. Their skilled hands placed the back- and breastplates. I returned to the salon, found that my absence had not been noticed, and cut in again at the end of two rubbers. We retired to our rooms at half-past ten.I lay awake in bed for two hours so that by that time I knew that not only must all the household be wrapped up in sleep, but also that dear Mamma and her page must have had sufficient time to rub off their first violence of lust. Slipping off my shirt and only keeping on my loose dressing-gown, I stole softly along to her dressing-room door,.