She knew enough to understand what he meant, just couldn’t believe it. ‘It is your duty. He is our guest, and as hostess, you must do everything w...thin your power to make him feel comfortable.” “Rob! This is wrong!” “Oh, believe me, Constance, if one of the servants were here, perhaps she could take your place. But even your old Eva is away, and that leaves you the lady of the house.” “I … I … I’ll tell Father, Rob, I swear I will!’ ‘She might do that,’ Enrique said. ‘Your father would be. This one was going up for adoption too. My parents were convinced that I was getting pregnant on purpose. There may have been some truth to that, though I never consciously indented to get pregnant. I just really loved sex. It didn't take long for me to reestablish my position as the campus floozy. Once again, I didn't mind. I had a steady stream of eager college boys looking to tap my pregnant ass. Even a few girls looked my way, and I promised myself that I would work up to girl-on-girl sex. As Henare worked, I could hear the “tap, tap” as the mallet stick struck the needle stick. I stopped noticing my arm being manipulated around as the somewhat rhythmic tapping actually lulled me to sleep. I already was laying there with my eyes closed, so it wasn’t that big of a stretch.I was shaken awake. They were all looking at me when Henare spoke.“I wish everyone fell asleep as it would make my job that much easier although your snoring was so loud it drowned out me doing the tattooing. I. Tiffany came out of her room and said "Doug is coming over. I don't want Mom or Dad to hear anything about it or I'll see to it that they never let you out of this house." Whatever." She still hadn't gotten it through her dense little head that she was the one who had fucked up, thus she was the one who was grounded.About ten minutes later, the doorbell rang. Tiff came skipping out of her room and whizzed by me as I was grabbing the bowl of candy just in case it wasn't Doug. Whoever that was..