If Stephen hadn't recognized her, the darkness and firelight should be enough to hide any obvious signs that she was somewhat older than the average c...lebrant for her to pass unnoticed.The pleasant buzz of the smoke coursing through her body took the edge off of Linnea's embarassment at doing something so obviously age-inappropriate as joining the party. Turning to hand the joint back to Stephen, she realized that he'd moved off a little way and was now intent on conversation with another boy. This time, though, the smile was genuine; he was hearinghis piano for the first time in months."Where would you like the tea, Madam?" he asked, bobbing his knees.She looked round at him standing in the door. "Just put it down on thetable by my chair Margaret," she replied, before carrying on clumsilyfingering the keys. She gave up and closed the lid, leaning on it withher elbow, eyeing her maid as he carefully bent down to settle the tea-tray on the table. She knew that the piano used to belong. I look down at the floor, standing tall.He likes to have me dressed when we go into this room. He says it is sexier to be able to take my clothes off, than just to be naked and waiting. I see the look in his eyes, undressing me in his mind. He loves when I wear tight jeans that hug my ass. I hear his steps getting closer. I don't dare look. He knows I can't kneel for too long because of my bad knees.His rough hand smacks against my ass as he walks around me. Teasing me, with his lips barely. I’m not bad looking, a tall and thin swimmer. I feel comfortable walking around the hot girls on the beach. And yeah, I’m discreetly taking peeks at the girls in their small bikinis. I could tell it was going to be a fun trip.I met a few people my age at the hotel’s pool. We decided to go out to a club that night for fun. After going to a few places, we wound up at a tiny dive called Margarita’s. They had good specials. Sitting next to me at the bar was this stunning girl. She was in her early.