Kelly changed into a pair of stretch pants and a tight tank top while I showered. When she saw me enter the room, she pushed her shoulders back slight...y, causing her breasts to stand out on her chest. Mom and Kelly’s dad were in the kitchen area, preparing our Christmas dinner. I went over to the couch Kelly was sitting on, plopping down next to her.Kelly leaned close, breathed in through her nose, and giggled. “Mmmm, you smell good.”“Are you saying I stunk when we were at the cabin?”“No, but. But they couldn’t keep it going for more than a couple of nights. They were intimidated, I guess. But you’re different. You fuck like you’re demented, but you aren’t in a hurry. You seem genuinely interested in my pleasure.” I nodded, yes. Then she said, “Move in with me.” I kissed her then fucked her ever-loving brains out again. That’s all the reply she needed.We ran out and scooped up all my stuff from the hotel. While I was doing that, Vic scheduled a week off for herself as I wasn’t. His eyes never left my body so I continued to strip for him. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my skirt, at either side. I turned again, my hips rising ad falling in turn. Once my back was too him once more, I started to pull my skirt down slowly. As it slid down my body, over my hips, grazing the cane marks on my ass, I couldn't help but moan loudly. This performance for him, although making me feel self conscious, was only increasing my arousal. I could have let the skirt fall to the. Id just have to ignore it. At that moment I heard a knock on the door. Yuka sat up and stared at the door. Come in! I yelled out. Mr. Bigsby who was my boss came in. Mr. Bigsby, or Ken, was a obese man who had short blonde hair and a blonde moustache. John. Were going to need you for a interview in five Said Ken in his normal gruff voice. Sir, this is my daughter, Yuka I said. Ken looked over to the couch and saw Yuka. He looked almost shocked. Hi Sir said Yuka happily. Hello, nice to meet.