Deciding to get it over with as soon as possible, she opened the last jar as well and slipped her free hand into it.“Oh wow, “ Pamela gushed, “...his is different!““Too much at the same time?“ teased Natalia.“No, “ Pamela said slowly, “The last jar has a different kind of nanites although they have my signature.““What’s the difference?“ asked Natalia a little panicked.“Not sure yet, “ Pamela said distractedly, “Oh, they seem to have spread all over your skin!“Natalia looked at her hand and was. Nobody was driving home tonight anyway. They were all good kids and nobody got too rowdy. I am sure there were some hook ups and sex but nothing out in the open. My son eventually made it to my bed late in the night without anyone seeing. He was too drunk though and fell asleep.I woke up with the sun and made my way out of the room alone. I went to the kitchen to make coffee and went out on the deck. This was my favorite thing to do here. The sunrise across the lake was spectacular. I. I was laying on a beanbag on the floor, and Samantha was kneeling next to me. She was also massaging my cock through my pants whenever her mom was focused on the computer monitor. That was most of the time, so despite my sexual exhaustion my cock was starting to feel pretty good again.I must have kind of zoned out, because the next thing I knew, Samantha was pulling my swollen but soft cock out of my fly. I couldn't say anything, but I was about to panic. This was insane! "What are you doing?". He looked at me as if expecting a few words, but I simply stared him out. He gave up and returned to his family at table.The first week went on in that vein; me learning more about the household, and the expectations of both family and staff. The family I treated cautiously; to the staff I was more explicit. I explained my duties and responsibilities as butler; and how they should interact with me in these duties. I kept Jones out of that loop. He was Mr. Dawes’s man, not mine, and I did not.