I certainly don’t like your casual assumption that because she came to visit, you’re in charge of her life. You don’t give a shit about her. If ...you did, you’d have come to Charlotte when she found out Stan was cheating ;so that you could be with her when she was hurting; you would have come down when Stan died, leaving her with no family to rely on. Stan’s housekeeper has been better to her than you have, and from the sounds of it, you always treated her like shit. Now that she’s got money, you. When You returned You were grinning. “Well, baby, that’s one deer down and one dear to go,” You said happily. I tried to wiggle my ass at You. “Did You get Your deer, Daddy?” I asked. You came and stood behind me. “Yeah, baby, but I want this dear more.” You fingered my ass and pushed two fingers inside me…stretching me. Then I heard Your pants unzip and felt the head of Your cock pressing against my asshole as Your hands gripped my ass cheeks and spread them apart. You pressed slowly,. She started to stroke it with her hot little fingers and Ben gave a huge sigh. ‘Oh, that feels wonderful. Don’t stop.’ It might not be hard, but it nevertheless started to ooze precum as Salt’s fingers continued their good work and soon she couldn’t help taking the end of his cock into her mouth and sucking the cream off the tip. ‘Does that feel good?’ She didn’t need to ask, his hips were making his pleasure quite apparent. Cock in mouth, she started to encircle his balls in her fingers,. 'Rosemary's a friend I trust,' I said. 'She's said she won't tell anyoneelse, so I don't mind looking a bit of a prat in front of her. Anyway,I've been dying to go to the Kingsford Manor for ages. We can bring youback a doggy bag.'***I reckon that I played that just right. I don't think either of themappreciated the rush of excitement I experienced when I realised Rosemarywanted to dress me up as a woman. I've always found women's clothes soerotic, but on the occasions when I've rummaged.