.. Ohcrap!I could feel the stubble on my legs against the sheets and while thehormones kept any facial hair from being a twice a day issue I was alway...hypersensitive to that left over male problem. Not to mention I probablylooked like death warmed over!I slowly looked toward the ceiling and caught a ghastly image of myselfin the mirrors. Augh! I need to get out of here before Brad wakes up. Notjust because I'd completely turn his stomach, but also if he wantedanything close to a proper morning. I was wanking him with my feet and I knew he loved it. His head went back and he began to move his hips towards me. I began to squeeze my feet together at the base of his dick Graham moaned and grabbed my feet with my hands. The first time he had touched me with his hands. Holding my feet around his dick he began to furiously fuck my pretty feet. I was being pushed further back into the chair as the fucking became harder and harder. Graham was grunting with every thrust and I knew he was close. I always leave the parenting decisions to Kat as I haven't known them that long and I really don't want Hannah resenting me for sticking my oar in, but when Kat asked for my opinion I had to tell her I didn't think Hannah was mature enough to look after herself, or indeed behave herself. I'm afraid I didn't have much faith in Josh's ability to be the responsible adult either. However, Kat doesn't like denying her daughter anything: I think it's a kind of compensation for her dad not being on. She immediately started rummaging through her purse, even as the elevator chimed for our floor and the doors opened. She was having trouble finding what she was looking for, so Sir moved me out of the elevator, and stood, blocking the doors to keep them from closing.Finally, she said, “Damn, I can’t find any paper.” She frowned, then looked up and said, “Would it be okay if I slipped a note under your door? Please?”I realized that she could wait and watch us to my door, so nodded. She was going.