"I'm very sorry sirs," I said as I did the best curtsey I could do with afull laundry basket in my hands and continued to my room to fold theclothes.I... finished putting every ones clothes away and was putting away mine whenmy mother came in my bedroom.She gave me two sheets of paper and said, "Here are the lists of thingsthat you need to pack for your brother and sister. We are leaving in aday and a half. You have more than enough time to get everything packedbefore we leave." Yes mam," I said,. So here's how it happened: Cinderella wanted to go to the ball that was coming up so she could maybe get fucked and impregnated by royalty, thus entitling her to a life of luxury. She was after the prince but didn't really have her hopes up. She asked Lady Tremaine if she could go with them when they went shopping, but Tremaine declined because she didn't want to see her daughter turned down by everybody at the ball. She didn't want Cinderella to torture herself. The second her family left,. I counted the minutes down until closing. Ten minutes before closing, I went ahead and locked the doors. I nearly ran to the hotel. I tried to act cool in the lobby and casually get into the elevator. Before I know, I was knocking on the door.James opened the door and pulled me inside. Wearing only an open bathrobe and poorly concealing his big cock, he wasn't going to be shy. James pulled me close and started to kiss me deeply. I relaxed my body and feel into his arms, lightly brushing. Paralyzed by inaction, of course I took the final option. And as I would later find out, it did fucking encourage her.Mercifully, though, she snatched her hand away from my cock quickly as one of her co-workers approached our table. It was her manager, an older woman named Sheila."Zoey, things are pretty dead tonight," Sheila said. "Since you're just covering for Beth anyway, if you want to clock out early and take the rest of the night off, you can."Zoey looked at both Jon and myself, then.