As I entered, she turned back and had a look. Maybe she heard the sound of my steps. She looked at me once and returned back to her work. I moved and ...tood beside her but facing her. Imagined? I stood relaxing my back to the shelf. I was not seeing her. But, She asked, “you Need something?” “No, nothing. I came simply” “OK fine”. I began to see her face. She looked up and noticed that and a naughty smile appeared on her face. She was cutting vegetables. And without saying anything, she. The necklace was an inexpensive thing, a silver chain with a pendant of a flower in painted enamel. Not just any flower, either, but a daisy. She remembered Lord Cuthburt saying something about a bauble. This must be it, then, a gift he intended for Daisy. Another complication. Surely he’d expect to see the intended recipient wearing it, and might wonder or even ask where it was when Daisy turned up without it. Yet Constance couldn’t very well turn it over to the girl. That would mean having. He scooped me up in his arms, kicked the door closed with the toe of his shoe, and carried me back into the bedroom.He set me down on the bed, but Jane made me bounce right back up again and begin undressing him. I kissed him over and over again, every part of him, as he allowed his clothes to be pulled away. I kissed his back after his shirt was off, his arms, his sides. I tugged his belt loose, then worked on his trousers snap and zipper. With his pants around his knees, he was forced to sit. I watched those legs every step of the way. My heart was pounding in my chest.I went to my bed too but I couldn't sleep. All I could do was lie there and think about how I wanted to fuck Claire. Eventually, my cock craved attention and I couldn't refuse. I jerked myself off, imagining it was my own daughter stroking my cock and when I came I imagined it was her pretty face being covered in my spunk. I think I came harder than I ever had before. I hoped she was lying in her own bed, frigging.