Sinful Shelter

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earching for the snooze button, it was the middle of summer bre

ever knew what his exact job was, all I knew was to never ask questions and that he was gone most of the time. It had been like this for my entire life. Rosa has been my nanny since before I can remem

ower. There's nothing like a hot shower first thing in the morning, the

about how much money his family had and always showing off a new novelty. It wasn't until we were paired up in 10th grade biology that I began to like him, and that self-centered attitude began to crumble as I got to know him better. I was excited when he asked me to Homecomi

replied joyfully. "Is you

oming to dinner w

arents, but weren't as close as he is to mine, there was a language barrier. His family immigrated from Russia when he was

at La Boucherie, the usual p

wearing?” He as

obably my little black

the underwear…” His voic

ce. “You'll find out tonight. Love you bab

into our large, marble floored entry way and into our kitchen that was made for a family of ten. When I entered, Rosa had alread

“Scarlett, I'm home!” I heard my fat

over to him and gave him a hug

kids and have a passion for helping those less fortunate and I was never too squeamish when it came to blood or needles. I also hope I can help someone the way the doctor helped me the day my mom died. I have very little memory of that day; I was in the car with my mother. All I

is last year!” I said proudly, “I still have quite

squeezed my hand. “Now go and get ready

will

ways went to the same put-put course when he returned home from long busin

anged into something that would be appropriate for a fancy resta

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es glistened in the low light, his curly dirty blonde hair was fixed just right, his clothes were pressed as to show o

!” I waved

rapped his arm around my waist. “Hello Mr.

d, “taking good care of my daught

. “So glad to have you

father responded. “You kn

as the hostess greeted us an

father excused himself to use the

my ear as his hand grazed my inner thigh and up my skirt, which mad

uca.” I demanded as I felt

elt his fingers try to slip around the string of my pan

ay. I could see the rage behind his eyes build. “Just not he

rude.” Luc

him a kiss on his cheek. Just then

t?” My father asked, “Sorry

letting him do want he wanted. I figured I should make it up to him, and I knew ju

whispered. I gently reached my hand down through his zipper and tickled him and teased him until we made it to the secluded parking lot. “Get to work.” He demanded as he pushed me to the backseat and sat next to me. I pulled down his freshly ironed pants and ever so softly began to kiss his already erect member. His moans fille

teasingly asked as I kiss

“I guess I have

sted my clothes and jumped into the pas

ed out of the car to adjust his clothes and get into the driver's seat. The car rid

w.” I laughed, confu

d my face closer and reciprocated my passion. Just as quickly as he pulled me

.” I affirmed as I st

Luca stated befo

elp but to feel like I was over-reacting. Shrugging it off, I continued into my home. The lights were dimmed, it soun

or that led to the mysterious room I have never been allowed to enter op

, I worry when you're

longer. I should be able to retire soon, and I c

ed from the hug. It was so rare to have my da

, I have some work to do, and

o my bedroom. I made my way into the bathroom, washed up, got ready for be

d of glass breaki