I gasped, and my heart skipped a beat; I then realised it wasn't Michael; it was his dad."What are you doing?" "He'll hear you", I said, moving away s...ightly."He'll not hear a thing", he replied."Of course he will, you'd better go", I whispered back."Once he's asleep he never wakes; he rarely hears the alarm clock in a morning", was his reply. His hands moved under my nightie, softly stroking my thighs. I shuddered under his touch."I know you love it; I've seen your reactions", he remarked, his. He told the person he was talking to he had to go, and hung up the phone. “I have two of you coming in today. Which one are you?” “I’m Kaycie. I talked to you this morning” “Right, the college girl,” he said, and extended a huge hand. When he smiled, I saw he had gorgeous, perfect white teeth. “Since you got here first, I’ll let you have your choice of the two shifts I have open.” “That’s it, no interview?” I asked, surprised. “I can see you’re cute, and have a nice figure. These guys that come. Just then, Helen walked into the kitchen, and grabbed a cup of coffee. "Did we wake you last night, sleeping Beauty?", she asked. "No...I was sleeping hard", I replied. My aunt turned and flashed me a smirk. Helen was wearing a white shorty nylon nightgown which was snug on her body, and a bit low-cut. Her breasts looked as though they wanted to come out of it, and I couldn't help looking at the small bumps her nipples made in the fabric. It didn't look as though she had a panty under the gown,. ” She shot back, snatching her MP3 player with one hand while keeping the other on the wheel. I reached over to snatch it back but she pulled it away. “You’ve been playing the same crap for like an hour!” I whined.A devilish grin curled her lips before shoving the MP3 player down her cotton shorts, the cord sticking out of her waistband. I reached over to grab it and she grabbed my hand firmly. I looked up at her and her smile faded as she guided my hand over her crotch. I felt her hard dick.