On this night, Bridgette thought of the stars and of her father. She was seventeen, and while most of the girls her age had been married off, she was ...till a virgin. She loved her parents even more for the fact that they let her remain unmarried until she found the right man for her. Somewhere in a corner of her heart, she felt she had already lost her heart - to her father. She knew his faults of course. Her father liked to flirt, but she also knew that only one woman could score with him, and. .at least not yet. As Iworked from one leg to the other, I always made sure the one Iwasn't massaging was resting on my leg, my arm, or somehowtouching me.Aunt Heather's breathing grew quicker, and since I had control of herlegs, I spread them wider. I could see a definite wet spot, andit was growing. I couldn't help myself any longer. I turned toface her, still on the floor, and pushed one of her legs up sothat her foot was face level, and her panties were right there.I started rubbing my. I was happy to go but I’d sure miss fucking some of the fathers of the k**s I babysat for. Some of them had big cocks and liked to fuck me good in their cars before they took me home. Some of them just liked me to suck them. They said I sucked cock good. I’d miss that but maybe taking care of Mr. Johnson would be fun, too.The next weekend mamma put me on a bus. “You be a good girl and listen to everything Mr. Johnson tells you to do. Help him out.” When I got to the isolated house I. She followed Anna around like a good little puppy, willing to go along with anything the shorter woman said. If Olivia had magic, I wouldn’t be too surprised if she used it on Anna’s behalf. The coat she wore, a long, thick, fur-trimmed item, could hide a mark anywhere from her neck down. Her hands were buried in her pockets and only the toes of her shiny black shoes peaked out from under the coat. She smiled bashfully when I met her pale green eyes, but otherwise didn’t offer a word of.