Explained Sheila.My sister was right about that. “Some fences” I spent my entire young life enduring Aunt Margarite’s medaling. She was a one wo...an wrecking crew. She pitted people against each other for the pure sport of it. Every time there was a family gathering, it would end in a fight. It did not matter what the occasion was. Be it a wedding, funeral or holiday someone was going to battle and every time without fail, she was the instigator.You could actually see her revel in the chaos. You. So I nonchalantly opened my legs enough knowing he can see my thongs. Once I realized he had seen and was getting turned on pretending not to notice but stealing a glance when I wasn't looking at him. I bent a little and opened my suitcase pretending to find something and pulled enough sexy panties out of the suitcase on the floor as I continued to look for nothing. I know he saw all the sexy panties; that must have turned him on. I looked up as I started to pack my panties and smiled at him. Marcus had crawled over to us to watch, leaning on his elbow so cocksure of himself, looking over me like I was some downed and defeated gazelle and they could take their time feasting on me.“You got her,” Marcus said to Terry.How rude.I loved it. But I wasn’t done resisting Terry and his wonderfully relentless hand. I slapped that hand and slapped his broad shoulders and punched his muscled chest. My hits to him began to slow down. My fists unclenched. My dainty hands held his chest. And then. The master, when Stacey had turned down the mistresses bed, told the girl “to expect him up after supper.” The blushing girl left the room, both her and the mistress, knowing he would not joke about this sort of thing. The mistress, saying to him, “are you going to make that girl suffer tonight?” he asked her, “why?” she explained “it turned Adam the footman on and he had more vigorous fingers if he had stimulation!” laughing the master helped her from the sofa, and together they went down to.