I couldn’t recall much from the night before, although I did remember that I was spending the weekend with Sheila’s daughters and I vaguely rememb...red we’d been at a party the night before. Beyond that the whole evening was one big blur of music, drinking and unrecognizable faces. I assumed I’d just had a little too much to drink and was battling a hangover; hopefully I hadn’t made a fool of myself.I also remembered having some very erotic dreams after I went to bed. Trying to recall them, I. Baby moaned as he twirled his finger around her clit. Her juices flew heavier, and she didn’t notice her had the remote for her plug. Her turned it all the way up, and then held the button down, giving her a long shock. Baby came hard.“Daddy!” She cried out. She cried out and moaned riding her wave of orgasm. She slumped when it died down. Her Daddy smiled down at her. “Such a good little whore, aren’t you?”“Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy.” Baby responded automatically. “I think the good girl. She walked toward my bedroom."Skylar!" I called out and raced after her.I was too late."Ms. Williams!" Skylar said in shock.Cat grabbed the sheets to cover up as Meaghan and Aimee also entered."Were you and Cat having sex?" asked Meaghan.I sighed. I wished I could create a lie, but the truth was the only action."Yes. You interrupted us when you knocked." I'm sorry," said Skylar."It's alright," I said unconvincingly."Is it okay if we watch?" asked Aimee.The question took me so off guard that I. I smiled to him once as our eyes met. His features were obviously Slavic and I was instantly enticed. To some French is a turn on. In my case, to hear a man speak Russian or Estonian, even three seats away in a subway train, sends shivers all over my skin. If one were to speak to me directly, the tremors would be inside me, originating from where I wanted him to be inside me. A mere accent has the same effect. I’ve always had Slavic classmates. Yet this fascination has never faded and these men.