'OK, good night then,' she said and left, closing the door.My heart started thumping. How much had she seen? Had her eyes become more accustomed to th... dimness in the room as she stood there, and had my nakedness and erection gradually faded into vision as she peered at me? I tested the theory by standing at the door and looking toward where I was sitting - I could see almost every detail of the chair, so I assume she'd had a good look at my stiff penis.The thought of it just got me even more. Without turning round I passed back the bar of soap and asked him to wash my back. Slowly and with gentle strokes, his hands soaped my back going lower and lower until he was caressing my buttocks.Working his hands up my inner thigh, he gently brushed against my pussy, making me whimper with the pleasure he was giving me.A finger pushed against my pussy lips and I opened my legs. It pushed into my soaking cunt and began to finger fuck me.“Dear, I want your cock in me” I moaned, “Please fuck. It hadn't been twelve hours, yet I was terribly missing Diana's warm embrace. I was dreading going to work that morning. Diana wouldn't be there, and she told me that Mr. Fitzgerald would be working from home this week. Even if Diana were to be home, we wouldn't be able to sneak away and be alone. I arrived at the house and was greeted by a cheerful Mr. Fitzgerald. He ushered me into the house and I got the shock of my life when I saw Diana, sitting on the couch where we first became intimate.. I realized I was acting pretty neurotic. Made me wonder what the hell was in that bowl of Lucky Charms I had... the inspiration for my petty torment. I laid down to sleep and just as I was nodding of my cell phone rang. The conversation went like this:Me:“Hello?”Peter: “Oh my God Sachiko I am so sorry.” Me: “Is this the part where I tell you I'm buying you a watch?” chuckling.Peter: “No, they just would not let me leave. I had to go to the Botanical Gardens with my Aunt and Uncle and I didn't.