Daddy smiled as I set up and relaxed. He knew I wasn’t bothered about any other man. Only him.Pawels buddies carried on working on the playroom. One...guy I fancied was Marchin, another Polish guy who was big and muscular. With his army haircut he looked like Dolph Lundgren and I watched him unloading the van and carrying the materials inside.Daddy smiled and nodded and went to chat with them all.I deliberately walked in at the same time as Marchin entered the kitchen. His eyes widened at the. A moan sounded in my throat and I stopping kissing her, pulling back to take in her bare skin. She hadn’t been wearing a bra. My gaze travelled over her as she pulled her long silver pendant over her head and dropped it from her dangling fingertips. My breath caught in my throat at the sight. Her breasts were slightly fuller than mine and I watched as her pale pink nipples tightened under my gaze. A feeling of passion tore through me that I couldn’t contain. With tentative touches I began to. In my uneducated opinion, she stole the show.This Sunday evening performance was one held every three months. It was an opportunity for students to experience a live, on-stage production with all the attendant nerves in front of a watchful audience.Callie had changed over the last few days. She was brighter and happier. I enjoyed her company and, much to my astonishment, had found myself actually relaxing around her. She was finally heeding my demands for security, within reason. When out at a. "Mmmm," she finally breathed, "I haven't felt so good in a very long time...thank you." "All part of the service," I said lightly.She sat up and looked me in the eye, glanced down and looked back up. "I see you enjoy your work," she said with a twinkle. "I love giving pleasure," I responded. "So do I," she said. "May I?" With that she unbuckled my belt and tugged my jeans to my knees. My erection was clearly straining through my boxers. "I really feel that I should reciprocate, you know, would.