She somehow used to me as an alternative to her mother who is a divorcee. Since I have no role of replacing a wife, this is almost a Babysitter play. ...I parked the car in the portico of the posh villa.Sheetal tired of her hectic day in her school throw herself in the sofa. I picked all her belongings and put them inside her room. I came back to drawing room, she is watching TV. I sat near her head and consoled her for some relaxation. Teens of this gen doesn’t want any advices or experienced. It was a smaller party than she had expected, two middle aged women and a girl perhaps in her early twenties. The girl and one of the women shared a strong family resemblance, both being petite blondes. Perhaps the bride and the mother? The other woman was taller, a brunette with a lithe aristocratic figure. The brunette was wearing a long red dress while the two blondes were wearing shorter grey dresses which showed off quite a bit of leg. This was a little unusual, hardly anyone came in who. I detach left ankle and wrist first, re-tying the wrist to the other side with a slip-knot so a simple tug on the loose end will release it. The ankle I leave loose temporarily. I do the same with the right hand side, running my hands over well-toned shoulders and shapely, freckled buttocks as they come into view. Her skin is beautifully smooth and I can’t resist running my hands all the way down her legs, over the curves of muscle in hamstrings and calves and back up. As my hands pass her. I smothered a couple of swear words when I realized I had left the directions beside the phone. Oh well, my memory still worked. I drove on through the gloom, up winding roads and finally through an open gate in a sagging metal fence about ten feet tall.The few buildings remaining were in a state of crumbling disrepair. I parked in what appeared to be the center of the old complex. Looking around, I saw no one and began to feel a bit uneasy. I pulled out my satellite phone and dialed Robert's.