She’d left me behind and he’d used me as his maid.“I’ll ask again, Harold. what’s your plan now that Bell won’t play along?”“He doesn�...�t have anything except the house his mother left him,” I said. “He loves that place. Take it from him. Serves him right to lose it. Or you can send him to hell. I won’t tell a soul if you did.”I bared my teeth humorlessly. John grinned too.“Good girl,” he complimented me. “She’s got spunk, Harold. Not like you at all. Not like her mother either.. Taller than you,. She’d even upgraded its operating system, RAM and video card to run the latest games. Brilliant was Nan, but knew nothing about tuning TVs or the DVD. Perhaps she’ll do a TV course next year; she did several courses at once: keeping her brain working, she said.“What bedtime story have you got for us, Nana?” young Jessica asked, once she was tucked in.“I have a new one about fierce dragons, naughty knights and sweet princesses; shall I tell it?”“Pleeease,” they chorused, including Art; age nine. She gasped softly, turning to look overher shoulder at him. He did it again, this time harder, forcing a whimperfrom her parted lips. Three more strikes followed before he slid it frombetween her legs and turned his attention to her ass. He ran the thinbranch over her soft flesh. -œMaybe instead of your ass, I should spank those tits of yours. I knowyou would like it wouldn't you? - He said softly. She nodded, and he grabbed her shoulder turning her to face him. Hestared into her. I could sense her needs, her desires. I was still a rookie at sex, but oral, I had been doing that for a while. I worked my way down, undressing her as I went. I got to her soaking wet, perfectly smooth pussy, and I brushed over it with a whisper.She shivered, then gently used her hand to direct my head back to her heaven. I licked it, sucked it, nibbled it, but she was still wanting. I slid my finger in gently; the feel of her sugar walls tight around one finger made me harder than ever. I.