We sat down and Mrs. Spencer poured coffee for us and offered us something to eat. Both of us had eaten breakfast already, so we declined.“On Sunday..., Frank and I are going to go out for Valentine’s Day and spend the night in a hotel. You kids can have the house to yourselves. Melanie suggested that Steve might want to cook a romantic dinner for you, Kara.”“I owe Melanie one!” I said.“Careful, Steve,” Mrs. Spencer teased. “She might take you up on that!”“No, she won’t,” I replied with a smile.. Nice guy you think I am. I've wanted to make love to you for awhile now. I was afraid you would leave if I acted inappropriately toward you. I had no idea you had romantic feelings toward me."Molly came forward and kissed me. Her lips were warm, soft and her kiss felt wonderful. As we were kissing Annie came into the room and we watched her run back into Kim's room."Kimmy! Andy! Mommy and Mr. Larry are kissing in the kitchen," we heard Annie say."Eww," said Andy.All three of them were quickly. I gave his fingers a little squeeze with my pussy, just to say hi (as it were) but in another few seconds the train had left the tunnel and was puling into Hassocks station. In the process of fingering me, he had lifted my skirt and I now needed to perform a demure wiggle to get it back into place. I started looking around discretely to try to spot my molester, and then I realized who it was--the old bloke (mid-sixties?) with the RAF mustache. How did I know it was him, you may ask. Well, two. You kneel outside the shower while Master washes himself. Master steps outside and you dry him from head to toe. He walks into the bedroom and you follow him on your hands and knees. He dresses himself as you rush downstairs to serve his breakfast.9am: Master walks into the kitchen causing you to immediately kneel. You take the warm food from the oven and serve the food to him on your knees. You kneel patiently behind him waiting for his order to serve more coffee or food. Master finishes his.