Someone, somewhere would ask questions. So they kept Sheila’s work computer and gave us a nanny, but they threw us a bone. Sergeant Johnson was prob...ably neither a Sergeant nor a Johnson, but he had a car. He took us to our room, which was likely for mid level VIPs. We were not allowed to touch our bags while they were in transit, but they were left with us when the door closed. I was not sure what to make of that. It made no difference, because I wanted food and a shower. Showering with. " I gave him a cute, girly smile. I knew he liked it when I called him daddy; it reminded him of when I was young and was his little girl, it's the same reason he still calls me sweetie. However, my dad didn't know I had now grown up and, though I wanted him to be happy, at the moment all I could think about was tonight. Besides, what daddy doesn't know won't hurt him. Dad nodded in agreement before leaving the kitchen and going upstairs to the bathroom. After lounging around the house for. We had two more before the end of out first year. The third was a similar arrangement to the second. For the fourth, we drew lots to see which of us would direct proceedings. My boyfriend Martin won.He decided we should start with the three of us girls stripping naked and lying side by side masturbating. After five minutes of that he wanted us to lie on the floor in a triangle so that I could lick Fiona's pussy, she could lick Sandra's and Sandra could lick mine, I liked that bit. His next. Then she just turned her head to me and said, "Do you wanna fuck?" Yes" was my straight-faced response. No smiling, I was a bit tipsy, and didn't have to think about it. Yes, I wanted to fuck. The oldest girl I had sex with before, at this point, was a year older than myself. I had been straight-laced, professional, trying to be a grownup with a grownup job, and not my old partying, fun self. Yes, I wanted to fuck like I had never fucked someone before.Went to the bedroom and we just went at.