This isn’t the time.” I began to whine, as my hands tried to hold my skirt down, with a weak effort. Just enough to show I wasn’t in favor of ...his, but not enough to create a showdown, or to damage the dress. The satin was thin enough as it was, so I had to be careful. Even turning on my heel could have some embarrassing, or teasing consequences.He ignored me, just looking into my eyes. By now my skirt was at my waist, and he was reaching to open his pants, and let them fall, so his cock. We herded the kids and apparatus into the car. I perjured myself to Eric's mother concerning his behavior. We got home, showered and changed and chugged off to The Rancherita, where Ann and I downed a pitcher of wine margaritas and Hilda had her usual grilled cheese sandwich. I'm sure we also ate something. We drove home, got Hilda to bed and read ourselves to sleep.Ann and Hilda left about 8:30 on Sunday morning -- bound for a day of delights at Knott's Berry Farm with Ann's sister and her. I silently pocketed my camera as I climbed slowly to my feet. The girl was quickly walking down the sidewalk. She was holding her miniskirt down so that it wouldn't blow up into the air again.I breathed a huge sigh of relief. She didn't see me.I followed the girl all the way to her apartment room. She lived in Apt #895 in Room #102.Fortunately, a view of her apartment room was accessible through an outside window. The blinds were open, and I could see into her bedroom.The girl lay down on her. ” He stammered on, in Italian worse than Jutta’s. The Count kissed Jutta’s hand and gently brushed her cheek.“Take care of her,” he said to the servants before standing and pivoting toward Liam in a rage. The Count grabbed Liam by the collar and dragged him into his study. The servants got Jutta to her feet and led her to a bench. They loosened her corset and dabbed her face and chest with a cool towel. She heard the muffled sounds of men shouting. Then only the booming voice of Count Nero..