Guests. Apparently, the facility is extremely protective of their privacy, and that of the clients who live there. They risk a lot if the Chantry gets...wind of them, and because some of their clients and families are rather important people, there’s been problems in the past. So, no one travels to Lhanbyrde until Hetty says so. And as we’re travelling using a fake name, and she can’t confirm which client we’re going there to see...”We all exchanged glances. I finally asked, “Do you think she. I imagine it starting slow, sensual and hesitant but I know that it would quickly become animalistic, fast and would, naturally, lead to you stripping off all of my clothes. I can feel electrical jolts zinging towards my pussy as I write you this letter. I can feel the familiar trickle of arousal on my leg as I think about it. I don’t care about the photograph of your boring wife you keep in your wallet. Yeah, I’ve seen it. Forget about her, she can’t do the things to you that I can. You know. "What the hell are you doing up so fucking early" Katie asked, I told her I had football practice at 6am, she asked how long I had been standing there and I told her a few seconds, I was trying hard to hide my semi hard cock, hoping she would not notice."Well get ready and I will drive you to practice, again sorry I am not used to another fucking person living here yet" Katie said.I said okay and still hiding my now fully erect cock I headed back to my room, grabbed my clothes and I jumped into. He didn't look like the man I remembered. He looked like he hadn't shaved in days and he carried a strong smell of liquor. His hair was a bit long and messy filled with gray strands."Dad?" I asked."W-who are you?" He slurred."It's me. Lindsay. You're daughter."I smiled but my smile faded when I saw a blank expression in his face. "Who?" Lindsay!" Oh, yes, Lindsay. How are you?"I stood there, my eyes filling with tears. I didn't want to even hug him anymore. "I'm fine. Dad, can I come live with.