Babysitting Mr Powers' Daughter

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I left Ruby on the couch and found my way to the upper floor to fin

cking come up h

ow I am more

steps. I skipped some of

of me was very, very angry and.

ol in me to not burst into laugh

s of yellow decorated him here and there. The gooey part of the egg trickled down his chest whic

ing was that h

o have such sexiness even after bein

to look indifferent. As I stared back at his eyes, which

little de

ely while I tried to escape his glare. “Don’t you lie to

ve heard Ruby talk abou

sible. I don’t want him channel

cided to he

ngry, but his face- it was so diffic

no hand

eve you after you just

er-laden response, but I decided

and let it out as slowly as possible. “For the last time

ment giving off bits of white dust into the air. He was like a

his door’s handle,

s mess off me, we will all

have to

as tired of my presence. “There is an

ave clothes to

looked like mini sausage rolls covered

shit out, I need to g

Good

ave said that. I

epish grin and hurried downstairs to check on Ruby. As I w

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t I invited in by opening the win

as at, so I reached my arm backward for the little sto

ail, I sat up immediately and a lit

a slumber-f

l in the p

hich was on the other side of the p

that had spent five hours sleeping c

use Mr. Powers wanted to talk about some sh

ours. So when we realised he had no intention of coming out, I too

hat I had an injury the previous day. My hand grazed

injury wasn’t wo

it, I withdrew my hand and acknowled

t off the comfortable bed and wore the furr

quietness. Truthfully, that’s no surprise. The house is mostly quiet. Except wh

, I decided to check on Ruby

holding her favourite bear, I cautiousl

daughter up when she tried to defend me crept into my mind. Perha

n him sit down for once after coming back

t sucks

ecuting a prank. The result of that prank flas

ask how she did it, but I am s

worse, the journey to the kitchen felt like it would be the same because my legs decided

, so I ignored their cr

he living room when I heard

rubbed my sleep-filled eyes and wa

e chest area of my t-shirt, my entire being bega

wers’s voice was low a

the grand piano. And as he did that, my eyes caught a glimpse of hi

and adjusted her skimpy gown, her eyes fill

time take i

it, my mouth still slightly hung

just saw a littl

n’t

y hot boss having hot sex eve

ly don

ld have been the one that

ore of a reaso

n on the piano got down and adjusted her clothes. In the m

. what are yo

’s voice ca

came to g

eaking saw yo

tly trying to find words to say. “Don’t

ntly. “Oh, I saw shit.

atically to give li

red at me blankly. “Could you just, for once, mi

won’t. Dude...”

you dude. What are y

rs. I can’t begin to imagine how scarring your little go,

ivate. Oh, you know what, here is a recommendation. There is a pool upstairs.” I pointed up

“Are you telling me

tever you were just doing and ... your sex gets better! It is true. You can do it on

nough, Mi

apologise, sir. But please, don’t

he did, giving me a smug smile as he hugged her to his body. I watched them as they both ma

me recall the first time he called me by my first name. The chill

itchen. And as I walked past the artwork, it finally

ed at

goos