Foster was happy to cook and clean for the family every day while Mr. Foster, now retired, sat around reading his newspaper and smoking his pipe. I sa...t all day long on the sofa devouring novels I had brought over from Europe. We made quite the old-fashioned family in many ways, but I knew it couldn’t last forever. Today was Christmas day. Mrs. Foster had invited a couple to dinner that she and Mr. Foster had known for many years, and a friend that they called Uncle Joe. Joe wasn’t really an. Spotting it from her front window, she had no doubt that was the ride Tony had alluded to. Taking a deep breath, she grabbed her bag and started downstairs hoping to make it outside before any of the neighbors took notice.The two men, both the driver and the one who had opened the back seat door, said not a word during the ten minute ride to the east side. There, after parking in front of a waterside luxury apartment building, the second man again opened the door for her and said his first and. The locals would of course be out working and any other visitors most likely were already on the road. I doubted anyone else had overslept as much as I did."You want porridge?" the dark haired maid from yesterday asked. I nodded in response. It looked like the maid intended to say something more, but then the Innkeeper summoned her to the kitchen. A short while later the Innkeeper himself returned with the porridge and a tankard of water. I accepted them in silence and started to eat."Headed. He concentrated on her legs now and with pressure on her skin, he moved his hands up to her butt and lower back and then down each leg on the outer thigh and calf and then back up inside, and each time, his fingers brushed her thong-covered pussy. Occasionally he used a bit of pressure and pressed one finger under the seam of her thong, slipped between her lips and pressed in. He stayed clear of her clit, just teasing her. She was now soaking wet.“Oh my God, baby, you are driving me crazy, I.