‘Good cover.’ Luca thought, as he looked at her. But he knew the real reason and it was breaking his heart.“Maybe you should go rest.” Connie ...alked up to her.“No. I want to go visit what remains of the restaurant.”“What?” That was resonated in unison.“I just need to get away from here. I need to go see what’s left.”“There isn’t much left Kay.” Tom said.“I don’t care. I just need to go.”“Alright Kay.”“You’re going to let her go?” Connie quickly asked.“Yes and of course with an escort.” Luca. Still, he was a little melancholy at the moment. Christmas was less than a week away, and he was going to be spending it alone. Back home, he would usually spend the holiday with his folks, enjoying opening presents with his brothers and sisters and their children, then after Christmas dinner, he’d go visit his ex-wife and his two sons, and exchange presents with them. The first Christmas he’d visited them after she’d remarried had been awkward, but he liked her husband and they all got along. I was made to sleep at the footof her bed just in case she needed anything. Sunday morning i realised myordeal was nearly over Cherie would be home about lunchtime. However myhumiliation was not yet complete at the hands of my step daughter. Whenshe woke she immediately called me to the side of the bed and had mekneel. She stood her legs either side of my face and ordered."Open wide slave, and don't spill a drop."I of course knew what was coming and blushed profusely, the ultimatedegradation,. ‘Are you going to cum for me?’ I can’t say anything. I’m too warped into this surreal fantasy. You sound a little angry as you speak again. ‘ANSWER ME, LINDSEY. I said, are you going to cum for me?’ The sound of your voice saying my name sends exhilaration throughout me. I manage to mumble. ‘Yes.’ You move the buzzing object so that I don’t cum. You won’t let me cum. You let me get so close that it feels like I am going to reach the point of pure satisfaction. Then you stop it. And I moan. I.