Dinner was finished by the time Margi had come home. When she had been about to wake Sarah for dinner, Jason suggested letting her sleep, saying that ...he was probably pretty tired, and they could always save her a plate to heat up when she woke up. The couple had their first meal alone since Sarah had come to live with them. Margi was very happy that Jason seemed to have taken a liking to Sarah, and had yet to suggest sending her back. Margi was also quite taken with the teenage girl, though. To the best of my recollection, she asked me what I wanted and locked the door behind us. Then as I told her to keep her slutty self away from Joe, she laughed and said that she had work to do, and I should get the fuck out. By now we were out of the service corridor and into a private room. I was still screaming at her. She turned around and said to me “get the fuck out of here, bitch, before you regret it.” I remember lunging at her and then the breath rushing out of my belly. I stumbled. It felt like rubber type like silicon. I cannot explain this first touch which I still remember.Now as she was very curious about my dick I asked her if she wanted to see and she agreed and I unzipped my pant and took my tool out of my underwear and I could she her eyes getting wide open with the size. She was not ready to believe if this tool really goes into pussy. She said it cannot but I said yes and she felt eager to touch and I placed her hand on my dick and this time and I moaned see. “She and her husband here, Bernie, are joining us this season. So, a big welcome to them please and help them get used to working with a bunch of morons like you.” George was all smiles.Well, well, well; Portia, married! Whatever next? Happily, I am going to tell you whatever next because it was quite a surprise. I ended up sitting next to Portia over lunch and she smiled sweetly and said, “Faye, darling, how lovely to see you again.” Right.“You too,” I lied. “Married? Bit of a surprise I have.