“Wow, you really like being an eager little slut, don’t you?” Violet asked, beginning to join in herself. She grabbed Violet’s waist and looke... deeply into her eyes: “I love it,” Rose replied, soaking up the attention. Rose kept pushing into Violet’s outer lips, with the fabric in the way, frustrating her attempts to go deeper. She grew bolder and drew her panties to the side, just like she loved for Eric to do to her – no time to take them off, just get them out of the way, goddammit. Violet. He was astonished to see that she appeared to be actually thinking about what he'd said."Yes ... the Babe Bike," she said softly.He defended himself instantly. "I told you that wasn't about you. You weren't supposed to ever ride it. It may have been stupid and juvenile and all that, but I never meant to hurt you or anybody with it." That's what I mean!" she said more forcefully than she'd been speaking. "Why wasn't I ever supposed to ride on the Babe Bike? What's wrong with me? Why am I. As I heated the milk, the dim light on the stove illuminated the living room filling it with eerie shadows. Hanging over the end of the couch was a slim white foot; I rubbed my eyes and looked again, and yes, there was someone on the couch. I finished making my hot chocolate I stepped to the end of the couch. It was Becca, Mrs. G.'s young daughter, sleeping soundly while her mother got her jollies fucking my Dad and Uncle.Becca's face looked so peaceful, her lips slightly open, not quite. After getting a nod from the old man Gary excused himself and left to take care of urgent hotel matters. I really was expecting something like this, as I was sure that Mr. Jones and others like him were the main reason why Al and Gary gave me my easy job.Mr. Jones told me that he had arrived to the hotel about one hour ago, and he needed to recover from his trip. I told him I would leave and let him rest, returning later but he refused, telling me that we could continue our conversation while.