My husband John and I were staying with my niece for afew days and on the Monday morning she had gone off towork and John had gone of to get the paper... and then tosee an old friend which meant he would be out for acouple of hours. As usual we were all up early andshowered etc and had had breakfast.Once everyone else had gone Jonathan announced he wasgoing to have his shower and disappeared. I made myselfuseful clearing up the breakfast things then popped tothe downstairs cloak/shower room to. I felt the heat spread through me and followed it with a mouthful of wine. Feeling myself relax even more I raised my head and Mike’s face was in mine. Can’t he stay in his space? ‘Stacey — that toast was really for you.’ He said softly as he brushed a strand of hair out of my face. His fingers stroked my skin. I had a flash of kissing him. That smile on his face. I closed my eyes with the thought and then Mike melted into Laith. Laith was there, touching, touching my face. I swiftly opened my. “And look like a slut. Be sexy. He'll be here soon.”My daughter nodded her head, her eyes glossy with desire, nipples poking at her blouse with whorish lust. My own nipples were hard, my pussy itching to see my daughter fuck another man. To take money in exchange for selling her cunt.I couldn't wait.Luckily, President Carver didn't keep me waiting long. He entered my classroom a few minutes later dressed in a cheap suit, his brown hair balding, glasses perched on his serious face. He frowned,. Her sister had once warned her that the worst men would shower her with gifts and complements to win her adoration, only to crush her spirit over time with snide remarks and subtle revisions of the past that left her doubting herself. The Beast seemed to be the precise opposite. With every moment he would take pains to see to her comfort, her happiness and her betterment, only to throw everything into doubt with a few seconds of snarling fury.She realised that she was not being honest with.