My father peeks his head around my door. Can I come in? He asks with a smile. Damn! I was so close! I shout inside my head. Outside, I smile and nod s...eetly, sitting up and trying not to think of the hairbrush inside my aching cunt. Sure, dad. What do you need? I wonder through my teeth. Maybe itll be small so I can finish. Nothing big, I just wanted you to know dinner is almost ready. Your mother needs you to go help her finish up. He replies, placing his hand on my knee. Sure, give me a few. He was such a gentlemen and I just melted around him all night. And yes by melted I mean my panties were soaked by the end I wanted him so bad. But I was a good girl and just couldn’t. He was good boy and I had to behave. I wanted more than sex from him anyway, of course. I wanted a future. But Mardi Gras ended and then the next day Lent began and even though Nick made it clear to me that he actually wanted to try a relationaship with me (EEEK!) he also said he was going to use Lent to pray. So Mr&Mrs Rednam went away for a few weeks. Stella enjoyed the responsibility of helping Dawn run the place. And one night Dawn had been feeling a bit down, Sir Michael had planned to come over, as he was in Scotland close by on business. Unfortunately something had come up and he was unable to come over. You know I was so looking forward to seeing Mike again. Stella ventured, shouldn’t that be, you was so looking forward to having sex with Mike in your bed, without the fear of getting caught. I was almost sad when they began to stir several hours later. "Good morning," I whispered to Sylvia who was the first to move. How about a cup of coffee while sleeping beauty here finishes his nap," I suggested."Of course, You make the best coffee,"Sylvia admitted. Before she left the bed, she lifted my hand, then lowered it onto one of her breasts. It was soft and warm."You do know that you are an awful tease," I whispered to her."Of course, would you rather I didn't?" she asked."Of course.