I walked into the bedroom & saw that she was wrapped up in a dressing gown. She looked at me & smiled in a shy way. We had just started to get on well...again after the few months of fights & sadness.She was looking around the bedroom & I could tell she was not sure what to do with herself. She looked at me again. "What?" she asked. I pointed at the bed. She held her bath towel as if she knew what I was going to do next. I took hold of it & pulled her nearer. As I did, I turned her around so she. The sound of his footfall across the wood floors, his weight making the stairs creak as he ascended, sent a thrill through her. Liquid lust flooded her knowing he was so close. “My little slut.” He slapped her pussy, the sound wet and erotic. “Tell me you how much you want me to take that ass.” She squeezed her eyes closed desperate to control the tremble of her limbs, the needy ache in her cunt. Her heart seemed to pound, adrenaline coursing through her as the words that would bring her pain. She was going to get to spend the night with Matilda.Carlotta didn’t doze, not even for a moment. Instead, she lay in bed, thinking of the young waitress, wishing she knew more about her. When did she start working for the cafe? How long had they been in each other’s life?Had she ever mentioned having a girlfriend?When Carlotta’s alarm went off, she was already up, rifling through her wardrobe, trying to find the perfect outfit. An outfit that said “Yes, of course I want to fuck you” but also. “Good answer,” she said with a little smile as she looked up at me. She took a few more sips of her coffee and stood up. “I’m going back to bed,” she indicated as she walked away. Part way to her room, Sarah turned and with a noticeable twinkle in her eye and a wry little smile on her lips. “Maybe you’ll get lucky tonight,” she said. “I don’t mind getting lucky this morning and tonight,” I indicated. Sarah stood there looking at me. “You’d fuck this?” she asked, opening her arms wide,.