” murmured Havers. “There’s a piece of carelessness!” snapped Rosalie. “So tired... sorry...” said Havers, opening one eye. “Not you, Mr...Havers... the girl!” “Eh?” “She should have seen your glass was going to fall. That’s the sort of thing a parlour-maid’s for...” “Yeh... I suppose so...” “The girl was just daydreaming...” “Not doing her job properly, you mean?” said Havers. “That’s what I mean,” said Rosalie firmly. Julia began to tremble. For a while she had dared hope she might escape her. She smiles indulgently, running one hand over the curve of her rear, tracing the fading pink imprint of Red’s hand. God, she loves it when he leaves his mark on her! She splays her other hand across the line of her chin, tucking the edge of one finger between her teeth, beaming at the memory of last night.She sighs happily, turning once more to face the mirror.She cocks her head critically, eyes flitting over her reflection. Hands raise up to tweak one of the clamps, arranging it so the chains. " We walked back upstairs and that night in bed I jacked off thinking of Kate's naked body. Images of fucking my sister plagued my sleep every night. I needed to do something to do something to stop it or I was going to go crazy. At the time though I didn't know an opportunity would present itself three weeks later. It was a surprisingly warm on the last weekend of April. A bunch of us decided to have a party at the lake to cool off. Kate started to date a guy named Ted King. I didn't like. He began to moan. But soon he asked me to stop and told that he don’t want to come outside. Then he got on top of me. He felt my sweet hole with his fingers and then slowly guided his big cock inside me. I became very excited. My head went back with pleasure and I began to moan. He started slowly. I was feeling the greatest pleasure on earth. He began to speed up. I held him in my arms tight and was throbbing under him. He was moving up to down and I was holding his hip, massaging and pressing.