My mouth struggled to get the word out, but only because I could barelybelieve it was now the truth.I peeped out, "Mum?"Chapter 10Mr Williams had quic...kly set about getting the two of us to work. Joeyand myself were put into action cleaning theatres after screenings,following Mr Williams changing my outfit to the standard uniform, onlynow, I had an additional badge on the other side of my chest that said'trainee'.Joey and I stood by the doors of the theatre, nodding, smiling, andthanking the. " Lizzie turned around without a backwards glance and made her way to a table in the corner of the room. Lizzie plunked her gear down and waited for the wine. She saw the innkeeper place a pitcher on a tray along with a pewter mug and a key. He motioned to a girl on her knees scrubbing the wooden floor. She leapt up and moved as fast as she could, looking with consternation at his raised hand. The innkeeper pointed to Lizzie's table and grumbled his instructions. The girl picked up the tray and. Elin was reacting to Dylan’s touch getting more aroused with small moans coming from her throat. With every moan Dylan’s smile got bigger, she was in for a real treat this afternoon. Maybe so was I. Once her pussy was trimmed Elin put her hand on it and felt how wet it was and started to wipe it away. “Don’t wipe up the juice there. Leave it, it is a normal thing that happens.” “I thought I was peeing myself.” “No you are getting sexually aroused.” Elin smiled and put her lips against. My stiff little nipples pointing to attention as he sucks on them. So illicit, so wrong, and yet they are all helpless to complain. Jealous fools, pathetic in their envy and feelings of inadequacy. Thinking about that alone makes me wet. Speaking of wet, I certainly am, and it’s a shame to go to waste. I’ll stop writing now and put my fingers to better use, stroking my soft, wet pussy in anticipation of what tomorrow will bring. 15th FebruaryI know, I know I promised myself I would write.