After your jobs are done you can watch television waiting for me.I felt my erection grow as I thought about her instructions.We had recently fitted ne... curtains across the windows andprovided the lights were not on in the house it was very hard tosee in but looking out it was as if there were no curtains. Inthe evenings with the lights on the opposite happened - insidewe were on show but could not easily see out.We ate a late supper and my mind was whirling thinking oftomorrow. When bedtime. I stood silently, allowing him to scan me from every angle. He then came towards me, lifted my top slightly from the front. H just looked at my waist and crotch over the leggings. I annoyingly asked, “What!”He said, “Nothing just checking to see how high do the leggings go,” and whether my navel and panty straps were visible were not. I hadn’t thought about it. So I lifted the top further in front of him up till my bra and checked for myself.My navel was not covered by the leggings at all. The. I was happy not to be evicted, but I was a bit dismayed to have turned my Thursdays over to having sex with Mr. Panateri. ‘Fuck it….it is what it is’, I thought.So, every Thursday Mr. P came to my apartment with his dick in his hand, ready for a blowjob, handjob or quick fuck. Fortunately he was usually in a hurry because his wife was preparing their dinner at about the same time.Sometimes he’d come in and I’d give him a blowjob right there by the door. Other times he’d bend me over the dinette. "I need some treatment, yes, Robert, or is that 'Master'?" Jackie replied, genuinely unsure how her new owner wished to be addressed."That is up to Daddy, but I think that he deserves to be called 'Master', don't you?" Audrey proposed with a wink."Yes, of course! I wouldn't dream of disrespecting your father. Though, of course, that doesn't apply to you unless your dad wants it to. You're his daughter, a special case. You should get certain privileges that come with being his flesh and blood,".