Violet began the trudge through the long grass towards the shelter. As always, she broke new ground, trying not to create a path. It was hard, as path... form naturally for a damned good reason, but if nothing else it made her feel like she was helping. And it's the thought that counts.Ha. If only that were true.Once again, her light chocolate colored hand went into her pocket and touched the small box. So much was riding on this. So much ... how could one little ring be tearing her apart with. Mr. Frank does not anger easily, and he almost never loses it, so the dropped tray did not upset him. He even knelt next to the naked girl and helped her to retrieve the spilled items. ??? ? ?"I am not angry, Trisha," had said kindly. "I am actually more upset about the spilled vodka than I am about the tray and glass. Now you will have to rush back and make another perfect martini for me and bring it quickly, as I am quite thirsty. The girls rose smiling but with shaking hands. She was such a. But she’s not feeling well, and can’t make it … any chance YOU could look after the girls for a few hours while we’re out”?Oh My God … this is a minefield! … HE trusts me – BUT I’ve just fucked BOTH of his daughters, the older one wanting me as her SEX-SLAVE! … and now he wants me to ‘baby-sit’ them!? … but then again, HOW can I say NO – without him being suspicious?My mind was in turmoil – I CAN’T say ‘NO’ to him – and yet … What the Fuck is going to happen with ME and THOSE TWO in the house. Within a few strokes back and forth on my cock, while imagining Amanda's hand stroking me, I exploded shooting my load into the basin, relieving my sexual desire for a few minutes. Replying to her I said I would love that and want that so bad, can't we meet up soon please my baby. We chatted and made plans for Friday two days time, both telling our parents that we meeting with friends at the mall to watch movies for a day, which was half the truth. Friday soon arrived and my mom dropped me off.