I've got my paper-round, before school."He really was growing up well, Caroline thought — and he's a good-looking boy, if only he knew it. He must b... nearly six feet tall, and his open-air work on the farm at the weekend gave him a rugged, healthy appearance. He was wearing jeans and a white t-shirt, and Caroline noticed how his chest and biceps stretched the tight cotton.The taxi drew to a halt outside Caroline's little cottage on the edge of the village, and William fumbled in his jeans. "Well, then I want you to go to work tomorrow and tell them you will be quitting. Give them some time to find a replacement for you–I don't want to make it hard for anyone–and then I want you to come to work here. I will find something for you to do. You can start by working and running the Lottery. But I will find you a job after that," I said."Oh, Sire! I would love to come to work here! It has been my dream to someday see the inside of the palace... and now I get to work here! Oh, this is so. You will also see us having fun together; after all, there's only one of you, no matter how nice you are. Do you think you want to stay? We usually go mostly all night." A few days ago, I thought I was the world's oldest virgin stuck in a small town all alone with just my own hand to keep me company. Now, oh my, four pretty women, all wanting to fuck me crazy. "Oh, ladies, it would be the greatest honor of my life to stay with the four of you," and as I said it, they all jumped up off the sofa. “Maria?” I asked.I moved through the living room to the den. It was like the living room but didn't have a TV. My sister wasn't in here. Dad was working in his office, the door open. He had headphones on, nodding to the music's beat, his tie loosened. I swept past him. She wasn't fucking him right now.I headed upstairs and reached her door. I could hear my mom filling up the bathtub in the master bathroom. I wanted to burst in there, find her naked, and then pounce on her. I would fuck her.