I was curious I guess, and took one, folded it up, and slipped it into my pocket. I suppose I told myself Lucy would be expecting me to work on it any...ay. As I put the folder back, Lucy grunted and rolled over.I took the opportunity to leave. “I’m just ... You know ... the curfew...”“Yeah, whatever,” Lucy grunted. She rolled over, realised that her skirt was caught up and said, “Fuck.” She scowled at me with a look that said, ‘I know you’ve been staring at my arse’. “Don’t be late tomorrow.. I knew she would fall under Pierre's spell the moment she saw him. I could tell she had lost any previous doubts she had about tonight. "Ahh, you must be the lovely Saria!" Pierre said, as he took her hand and kissed it. "Yes I am, and you must be the handsome Pierre!" she said. We couldn't see her face, but we knew she was blushing from the moment he violated my wife's hand. There has never been another man that touched her in such a way. I loved it. "It's a great pleasure to meet you!" "I. Please go on. You were twelve." Ha, okay, so I would mow their yard and Mrs. Phillips would have me come inside while she made out a check and, being summer, would offer me a glass of iced tea." Tea and me, maybe?" Now, hon, let me tell the story." So, we would sit in the cool air conditioning and have iced tea and she would ask me about school and stuff. She always dressed in shorts, I've said she had nice legs, I'm sure she knew it, I looked at them a lot, and halter tops. She wasn't really. The woman took the soiled garment from her and tossed it away.The ding of the dumb waiter told everyone the main course had arrived and she was finally released. She managed to serve the three women without spilling anything despite hands constantly sliding under her skirt and various fingers probing inside her. Her naked breasts were also considered fair game and were continuously groped although without the vicious pinching from before. The three servers could retreat while the guests ate.