Well, in recent years, I had gotten used to seeing him stare at the floor sometimes when I spoke to him -- but it was new to have him staring at my ch...st.I didn't say anything the first time, because I didn't want to embarrass him or myself, but in the long run, I think I encouraged him without meaning to. I liked the attention, and I liked making him happy. I started getting changed for bed earlier in the evening, and I walked around more. I could tell his eyes would follow me and I could see. Mrs. 'Nosy-Parker' Carey was claiming to have seen me having it away on the doorstep, either she was making it up or she saw a couple snogging on our doorstep and assumed I was the female. I really didn't think it likely that anyone would stand on a stranger's doorstep to get their jollies though. I looked at my father ready to tell him my thoughts in the matter and I saw him gazing off into the distance grinning, whatever it was he was thinking about pleased him and I wondered what it. They still didn't have a placeto live."What about the Art Gallery?" Rachael asked. "I thought of that when youmentioned Geoff's apartment. They must have an apartment above theirplace too. I know Tony lives upstairs at their place. Maybe John andPaul would rent us their place? Would it be in our budget? I know theylive out in the country some place, so they wouldn't want it foranything but storage." That might work," Maria said. "We will see them after church on Sunday.Let's ask them then." Or. You are such a slut Samantha" I quipped"You and Rachael can both clean Master Marcus" I orderedThere then followed a comical scene as they both tried to get as much ofMarcus's cock as they could. The end result was another rock harderection. Marcus grabbed be and we headed to the bedroom for a long hardfuck.The following day we were woken by the Sissy Maids to breakfast in bed, Ihad trained them well. Marcus had drawn up the legal documents to signover all Mr Small's holdings to me so he had.