On Saturday night, three days after arriving home, Robyn was watching TV in the living room when her father came in and sat down next to her. ‘Hi ...oney.’ He said. ‘Hi Dad.’ She gave him a hug. ‘How are you doing? Things are a lot different here than I remember.’ ‘You can thank your mother for that. She blames everything on me and…’ He looked at her and stopped himself from finishing the sentence. ‘And what?’ She asked. ‘I’m sorry honey but… I hate your mother. I know it’s wrong but I. She gave it a couple of squeezes then stroked it a couple of times. When pre-cum began to ooze out of my cock she wiped it off my cock with her finger, opened her mouth and licked her finger clean. Noticing the envelope with her pay she picked it up and took a step back. Once more she whispered out, “Sir… I’m all done with the pool cleaning…… I have my money so I guess I’ll see you next week!?!” She then slowly walked out the pool door while taking several looks again at my hard cock. While she. As we were eating breakfast and deciding what to do that day, Sarah walked in wearing just an old dress shirt I had given her years ago. She liked wearing them to sleep in and said mine were just the right size. She had on a pale blue one that looked a hell of a lot better on her than it ever did on me.She stopped to look out the sliding doors and, as she did, the morning sun shone through her shirt and I swear I could see a faint glimpse of her pussy lips between her legs as she leaned against. Vibex sat next to Marina and touched her hand, “My dear girl, it is true that redheads are naturally more difficult to train due to their inherent sassiness. But I can assure you that we will not offer you to a Master until we believe you are ready. Sometimes, it takes four or five sessions instead of the typical three to train a truly spirited red-haired girl. But you strike me as someone eager to please. And that, my sweet girl, is half the battle.”“I suppose that makes sense,” Marina.