I went back to watching the show while idly pulling on something that was very unlikely to get longer, regardless of how much I pulled on it, but hey!...Unlikely isn’t the same as no fucking way, is it? Well, maybe it is, but who cares?By the time I was pulled out, a kernel of a plan had begun forming. I would sleep on it and see what it looked like in the morning.At breakfast, Sara looked just as pert, cheerful and innocent as always, but now that I knew her secret, it was hard to look at her. Yesterday had been awkward as hell, at least for him. “Fine, you win. You’re the most dirty-minded today. Where’s your mother?”“She went out with her friends,” Petra said, grinning. “I guess that little wrestling match last night musta worn her out.”Jake flushed, but not for the reasons she thought. He was grateful to let his embarrassment show over the previous night, when he’d jerked off to Petra in the shower, then basically hypnotized her mother into fucking him loudly on the couch while. As we were finishing the wine and nibbling on some sweet sop fruit for dessert I felt a hand squeeze my thigh and roam down to the hem of my short little dress. Then that hand found its way up my dress massaging my inner thigh as it went. I looked into Stephen eyes and instead of that boyish grin I had become accustomed to there was a burning lust. His pupils were dilated, maybe from the low candle light in the room or maybe the weed we had smoked earlier or just maybe he was on fire for me. ‘I’m so sorry.’ ‘Sorry? For what?’ She looked down again, not able to face him in her shame. ‘For not believing,’ she sobbed. ‘It’s OK now,’ he bent down, whispering into her ear, ‘You understand.’ He stroked her long brown hair. Suddenly she was filled with the most delicious sense of happiness she had ever experienced, but the tears continued to fall. * * * ‘You handled that so well, Master,’ Kate giggled at him after they left Mrs. Hall’s office. ‘Do I detect some doubt in you, slut?’.