I didn’t really know what to do, I mean he was somehow my Dad’s boss. I looked across to where my Mum danced with Charles, but she was not looking...my way. “Heute Abend hubsch ich werde dich ficken,” Dieter said.I said nothing, and continued to dance. He pulled me closer.“I said, tonight pretty one, I am going to fuck you!” My mouth went dry. And my stomach felt funny. I wasn’t a virgin, and I wasn’t a prude, you couldn’t be living with my Mum and Dad. “I must have heard wrong, or he must have. .well, not according to him. Butthat was all going to change today...the door to the study seemedespecially heavy as I pulled it open and stepped in to meet my fate...I should have felt at ease in the study, after all, it was still the houseI grew up in, and as an heir to a vast fortune and a name with anunquestionable pedigree, no door was closed to me. I was deniednothing...not until HE came along. Darren Harrow, my step-father, had verydifferent ideas than my mother on what "privileges" I. Frank at first was disappointed when he heard the bell ring, indicating a customer just a few minutes before closing, but felt better when he saw it was Celeste. She was wearing a white shirt that showed off her curves, a black skirt, and heels. He assumed she wanted to pick up a video or something, but she said that she wanted to talk to him after he finished his inventory and that she would wait for him.Frank rushed through his inventory as fast as he could, but had no idea what she wanted.. . My eyes rolling back in my head now to scan the memory of sequential bliss it was a natural progression from shock to feigned laughter to disinterest but inevitably the clawing, knuckle dragging lust which led me to dumbfounded drooling at so much the hint of a swelling male member. I'd stroked my own cock enough times to should have known what it was capable of and slowly focusing more on the male performers' members as they thrust inside instead of the ebbing voluptous frame of the moaning.