"We went to the living room and sat side by side on the sofa. Pam curled up on herself in the corner of the couch and cried her heart out. I let her b... as I felt she had to rid herself of the sorrow before we talked. I moved close to her and just cradled her in my arms without saying a word. Patiently I waited for her to cry herself out while just providing a comforting presence.Finally, her sobbing stopped. "Want to talk?" I asked. She nodded her head."Going to tell me why the tears? Is it. “You’re not going to be a virgin for much longer.” “Can I… Can I put it in you?” “You want to fuck me?” He nodded, and I smiled in reply. “Lie down.” I said. He lay down on his back and I rolled over next to him. Then I knelt up and looked down at him, still wide eyed, but with his cock now throbbing and twitching like a living thing. I lifted one leg and sat astride him, holding his gaze. Slowly I guided the tip of his cock to my entrance, rubbing it up and down, teasing him; pre-cum leaking. Mr Grantham rose to his feet. He was my height, and he wore a wide smile.“This is Roderick Mason, Daddy.”“Welcome Roderick, or do you prefer Rod?”“Rod will be fine.”“I’m Gordon, and my wife is Crystal, less formal than Mr and Mrs Graham.”I was offered a G & T before dinner and had to tell him my job and explain what it involved. He seemed impressed. Rachel meanwhile had disappeared with her mother to the kitchen, where metallic clattering gave the correct impression that dinner was to be served. He sniffed her pussy and licked it for quite a while, stopping only when he felt her clench his tongue like a vise. He pulled out a big feather from under the bed and, smiling at her, brushed the soles of her feet, moving up her smooth calves and thighs, tickling her prominent nipples. Listening to the tinkle of her giggles, he put the feather between her legs and stroked her puffy pussy lips and clit. Huskily, he said, "Tell me what you want, you sugary little slut." "I, I… oh baby,” she.