The two girls opened the sauna door wrapped in towels they had found. "Is it okay if we get sweaty with you Mr Naylor?" Hayley asked cheekily. I never...got a chance to answer as they just walked in, shut the door and sat on one of the wooden benches. The quieter girl, Ann explained, "Kathy is going to be about an hour 'cos she has to go to dance practice. There's nothing on tele so we hoped you wouldn't mind if we stayed here." I have no problem with that girls. I assume you found some spare. When I came, thrusting my hips and groaning she knocked on the door as if she had just arrived. I slowly pulled the covers up as she walked in and she said hello as if nothing happened.I started to create more elaborate games after that.I put porn on the bedroom TV. When I heard her in the kitchen making coffee I would go into my bathroom and run the shower BUT I would not shower. I stood by the door and held it open an inch or so. When the maid put down the coffee she had to turn around and. “Pick it up, I said!” “I can’t.” Starting to cry. “Don’t ever tell me that again,” he said, slapping her face with his free hand, finally releasing the pressure on her throat and letting her drop down to pick up the tampon. She handed it to him and turning put her hands flat on the toilet seat. We had won. Her ass was beautiful, smooth and pink and round. Her legs were the product of regular gym days. Her back still bore the fading mark of her bra strap. We left her like that for several. You sit on the couch with your shirt less son, his body capturing your imagination but you quickly dismiss the signals as best as you can. The both of you talk about television however the conversation slowly turns into more personal questions. The topic of sex comes up, which seems innocent at first until you find yourself talking about things you would never tell. "You must have lots of girls on you now, why don't you ever invite those hot young girls over. I won't mind." "I know mom, not.