“Jonas, this is Amelia Prentice, my daughter. Amelia, Mr. Lots.”“Please, Jonas.” Then something clicked into place, and I burst out laughing.W...en they both looked at me a little shocked, and Blake maybe even a little upset, I had to explain, “Well if she’s Amelia Prentice, then Blake, that would make her your ‘A Prentice’” And I had to let out one more chuckle. It took them a both a second, then Blake let out a huge guffaw while Amelia went red and bowed her head in embarrassment, but there was. I was shown to my room , well our room to be honest as there was two large beds in the room, one already had an expensive set of luggage , what was more intriguing was the beautiful black lace basque neatly placed next to the cases. I glanced around the room and noticed the small printed card placed carefully upon what was obviously now my pillow. I picked the card up, "You are cordially invited to a dinner party at 20:00 prompt in the great hall-dress code - Underwear"I was more intrigued now. " Her words were having a softening effect on me, but soon my hips were bucking as she went lower to lick my quickly dampening flesh. Flicks of her tongue were mingled with soft nips of her teeth, and my legs were spasming, my back arching. Reaching climax, an orgasm that I had no will to fight, no time either. One second I was struggling, and the next soaring with pleasure from somewhere over my body. Bucking under her fast tongue, gasping for air. When I finally collapse, out. When he looked at her, she noticed his eyes darkened even further.‘I’ll--I’ll be back in a minute, ‘ she told the Lindbergs, and started for the attic. Paul nodded, smiling as she went. He knew she’d be back soon enough.The attic ladder was still unlocked when Katie opened it. She didn’t bother knocking; she didn’t think anyone had anything to hide.Katie barged right in, the words “Sam and Hanna” on the tip of her tongue, but stopped short at the scene in front of her. Sam’s head was bent.