What if Kate wasn't alone? How would I handle that? Should I ring the doorbell or should I just walk in? These thoughts and more were running through ...y mind in random order as I stood outside the door.I had to get a grip. It was still my house and if Kate had someone in there with her I would throw his ass out and her along with him. I don't know why I would think that she would have someone there with her anyway. I checked the door and it was locked. That was not unusual, we always kept the. It was small, neat and surrounded by fine hair almost as red as the wonderful auburn hair on her head, she looked just perfect.I was wearing a brown and cream basque with matching panties (hers, I had borrowed them), seamed tan stockings and light brown suede shoes with a low heel, all matching. I’d been up a while so I had done my hair and makeup and just stood there like her little sissy girl, which is really what I was.I wanted to just bury my lipstick mouth over her pussy and wake her up. First Frank had called and caught her ‘disciplining’ her daughter, and now Jake was recording it from the top of the stairwell.“Sorry, Hon,” Jake shrugged. “I couldn’t help it. You two just looked so sexy wrestling around down there...”Lisa glared at him. The recorder was suddenly very hot. Jake let go with a yelp. The recorder fell to the wood-grained ground floor and shattered.“Well, that’s that,” Jake sighed. “What did I miss?”“You missed your daughter’s coming out performance,” Béla said,. “We were thinking we should just order room service or something for dinner and chill out here. She’s had a bit of experience already today and I’m not sure we should leave her alone yet. We can continue our stuff tomorrow.”I nodded, with a little twinge of disappointment.“Yeah, makes sense I guess.”We looked up the room service menu and my friend called down and placed the order. The flatmate suggested we also order a couple bottles of wine, which had me raising an eyebrow, but I didn’t say.