“So, it’s true. You found your father.”I looked around at his show of force. Rawlings met my eyes and gave me a small nod. I took it to mean, �...well done,’ and nodded back. When I looked at the Sheriff, I asked, “Are you staying for dinner?”The Sheriff frowned. “Dinner? We’re not here about dinner.”“Oh, too bad,” I said and glanced at Mom. “We were about to decide which restaurant to order from. No one feels like cooking or going out, because – and I’m sure you already know – my dad is dead.”The. Joe was already running on one of the treadmills as I came through the door."Hello, Sleepyhead. MaryAnn already has your machine set up for you. Just press the green button."I looked around, "Where is she?" She went for a run on the beach; she'll be back before you finish your cardio work."When he was finished, Joe went over to the circuit machines; he was doing curls when she returned."Good, I see you're both hard at work. How are you feeling, John?" I little winded, but I'll make it to the. Master ordered as he continued to rapidly rub my clit. Yes Sir! I moaned as he placed his other hand back around my neck. I whimpered. His fingers rubbing my tiny little nub felt so incredibly good. It had only been a minuet and I already wanted to cum. The way he moved his fingers was heavenly, the amount of pressure wasnt too much nor was it too light. It was perfect, and it felt perfect. I couldnt help but moan out the entire time he played with my sensitive button. It took a few moments but. Now, semi-clean, I wandered back to the third floor.I wasn’t sure how I had gotten there. I must have left the bottle downstairs last night. I felt too crappy to want another drink, so I dug out my bottle of Tylenol and dry gulped a handful. Oh, how I missed Advil! That wouldn’t be legal for another ten years! I stripped off my wet shirt and thought about going back to bed, but I wasn’t sleepy enough at the moment. Besides, my room and my bed stunk of stale sweat and booze. Despite the chill, I.