"It doesn't matter, it was a misunderstanding and it's taken care of. I'm fine, Ethan so let's just let it rest." She pulled away and pushed up and of... of him, pacing the short confines of her living room."It was Justin, wasn't it? He went after you after he found out about us, didn't he?" His eyes searched her face, seeing the answer in her eyes before she could drop them. "I'll kill the son of a bitch," he growled, pushing off the couch with rage growing in his stomach. "He had no right to. I kissed her again and went upstairs. I'm lucky really, my father has a high sex drive and is also one of the most honest and straightforward people I know. He can't lie and hates deceit of any kind. He wouldn't have done this without my mum's permission.I knocked on their bedroom door and waited anxiously. 'Come in' he said quietly, 'are you ok?' I shook my head.'Mum said you could help me?'He nodded, 'if you want me to?' I looked down at my feet, 'I need it, I'm so sorry daddy I really am. Her father realising her intention bowed in mock serfdom, excused himself saying he had a hot maid to attend too and she dismissed him with a flick of the wrist and the crisp command “be gone” they both laughed at her royal type command. She sat in the warm sun the `Queen for a week’ and her ancient gardener, his name was `John’ and of whom she enquired regally as to his status both in the household and martially. He answered that he was head gardener and had been married but his beloved. First gently, then with more force. I moan as he continues to discover more of my body. Mark's hands move down to my torso and sides. He repositions me and begins to lick my feet and toes I squeal as he rubs my feet. Putting more oil on his hands, he strokes my legs. Up and down with long, slow strokes until he nudges my legs further apart. His fingers dance along my inner thighs and touch barely my bald pussy.My breathing is heavy as his fingers play with my clit. I raise my head, nod and.