I’m planning on getting up a little early to do some laundry.”It was Bentley’s turn to stare. “You’re doing the laundry?”“Yes, just for ...his week. I got lucky, and Sophia agreed to come back starting on Monday. But I spent many years doing my own laundry, so there’s no need to worry that I will screw it up.”Bentley smiled. “Ms. Grace, I have no doubt that there is very little that you can’t do. Enjoy your evening. I will be here a little early tomorrow just to make sure Avery doesn’t have any. I wanted to stop it, but couldn’t.Friday, before “bath night” Chelsea showed up early afternoon, and once again, the ritual began. She went up to her room; I tried to resist going, but failed, miserably. I was feeling ashamed and depressed over my wonton feelings. It wasn’t as though I wanted to have sex with my daughter; I didn’t, but the sight of her pleasuring herself and the desire to “help” her was irresistible. I had never been aroused so much in my life, and as good as the sex life with. “Oh, the other guy wasn’t gay either, but he really seemed to enjoy getting me off. Maybe you would too!”I couldn’t believe how up front this guy was being. I also couldn’t believe that my dick twitched slightly in my athletic shorts. Was I getting a little hard?“Sorry, not gonna happen,” I said.“Are you sure? You might find that you really like having my big dick in your mouth.”He was just getting bolder and bolder. But my main concern was that my own body seemed to be betraying me; my dick. ”I agreed to the proposition if only to give myself time to do some research. The Congressman smiled and said that he appreciated my taking the job.“What do you think about ramen noodles?” he asked.His question caught me totally off guard.“I like them,” I replied, confused as to the reason for the question.“Good,” the Congressman replied. “It's about all I have in my refrigerator. Hopefully, they’ll be gone within the week and we can restock with something else.”The Congressman slipped a set of.