I leaned over and opened the door for her, and then took her book bag so that she could climb inside easier. I was unsure of what the proper protocol ...hould be between a slut and her master, but I leaned over to give her a good morning kiss anyway.She seemed pleased with my choosing to kiss her. After we had exchanged our verbal hello's, and how are you's, I backed the truck up and drove us over towards the school. On the way there, I asked her if she wanted to stop at a drive thru and pick up. . well younger than me anyway in a short skirt with shapely legs giving me a lovely view of what she had under the skirt."You could have mentioned that you had floorboards down," she complained."You never asked," I replied. "Besides I was looking forward to the view." Dirty old man," she replied with a giggle."The boards lift up easily enough, there's a lifting eye in a few of them," I said."Oh right, found one," she replied. "Yes the insulation is below the current standard so you probably. Your hands are now working overtime, one abusing your nipple, with a vriety of twists, pulls and pinches, I watch with a smile as you lift your nipple to your mouth and suck vigorously. You know I like this and you turn to look back over your shoulder, nipple still in your mouth, biting and pulling. The furious fucking brings you a second cumming and there is no end in sight yet. I pull out my slippery pole and now position it against your tight little arsehole. You groan, as you know what is. The children would come for the pool and I could indulge them, if I wanted the company, or not. I replayed the scene over and over again during the next two days. One angle that occurred to me, as I reviewed it, was whether Paul and Amanda had been actively offloading some of their energetic younger daughter onto me and my pool. I could imagine her being a bit of a handful sometimes. I had no idea how right I was. She came half way through Sunday afternoon, on her own and with a rolled-up.