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Nina hadn't seen her. Roger couldn't have seen her. She had stirred from her light nap just in time to
catch the maid slipping across the stones and easing into the garden. Something about the stealth made
Karen suspicious. Nina kept glancing back toward the house like she wanted to be sure that no one was
watching her. Since she hadn't wanted to be watched, Karen watched her. She watched through the
hedge as the maid went into the garden and walked softly up behind Roger. She caught him unawares,
wrapping her arms about him and hugging him tauntingly. She rubbed those immense tits an against him
while a broad, pleased smile broke across the boy's face.
"Hey!" he laughed. "Cut it out! If you want to play, then let me get around facing you. I've got a big piece
of meat I'd like to rub against you."
"Not here!" Nina scolded him. "You get that pecker moving against me and we'd be here all day."
"Great idea!" Roger answered, breaking free of her embrace and turning to face her. Karen felt a pang
of jealousy and resentment as he pulled the brunette against him and hunched his hot prick against her.
At least the blonde assumed it was hot. From the reaction of the brunette it must have been steaming.
Nina pulled back like she'd been scalded. Her eyes smiled, but the rest of her body acted angry.
"Stop that!" she hissed at him. "You'll get plenty of time to do that!"
"When?" he asked, reaching out and cupping one of her tits while he stared at her. "Damn, woman! You
come out and rub those beauties all over me, then my to keep cool."
"For now," she replied. "Isn't this your afternoon to work on the books?"
"You know it is," he agreed. "I'll be upstairs for an hour or so, balancing the account. Can't have Mr. W.
getting mad because I spend money without giving account. Why?"
"I just thought you might need a little help," Nina told him, a faint smile playing about her mouth; "Since
you'll have an excuse to be inside, I thought I might supply more reason."
"Just be sure the girl doesn't catch you again," Roger muttered. "You've been getting careless. We don't
want the family to know about our fun times. You let Karen keep seeing you coming out of the garage
and she'll get suspicious. Let her tell her old man and we'll both get fired."
"You think so?" Nina asked. "I don't. I don't think Mr. Wilson would want to fire me. Maybe his wife
wouldn't let him fire you."
"Shut up!" the boy snapped, giving her a quick slap on the ass. "Don't talk that way!"
Nina posed her body for him, thrusting her tits provocatively toward him for a moment, then turning
away. She looked back over her shoulder and winked at him.
"Ill see you this afternoon," she promised. "We ought to have a couple of hours to play before I have to
get back to the kitchen."
Karen was not sure of the meaning of some of their banter. She suspected that they both had been
teasing her parents a little bit. She knew that her mother did enjoy the company of younger men
sometimes. And her Dad had never turned down a piece of young pussy according to the talk around
school. Maybe the two servants suspected the style of life her parents had adopted. She shrugged her
shoulders.
That had been her first piece of luck. The second came at lunch. They were just finishing when her
mother called the maid back from the kitchen. She told Nina that she would be needing her for the
afternoon. She wanted the brunette's assistance with one of her projects. Karen was never quite sure
what these projects of her mother's were all about. She thought they might mean decorating for one of
those parties her parents were always attending. Today she couldn't have cared less. All she knew was
that Roger was expecting some pussy and Nina wouldn't be around to handle his needs.
Karen had remained downstairs keeping an eye on the maid. She didn't want to give Nina a chance to
slip out to the garage and explain to Roger. She would do the explaining herself. The teenager breathed
a sigh of relief when she saw her mother and the brunette drive off. Everything had been working right.
Her mother's car had even been parked in front of the house. Poor Nina didn't even have a chance to
signal the boy from the drive.
She looked out and saw Roger coming from the garage. Karen remembered that he came over to the
house every day for lunch. He and Nina ate together in the kitchen after the family had been fed. A
moment of terror swept through the girl. The kitchen! Nina would have left a message in the kitchen!
She leaped up and raced to the kitchen, anxious to get there before Roger came in the back door. She
ran in, her eyes sweeping the room frantically. Yes, there it was! A note had been left beside the boy's
plate. She grabbed it quickly, not taking time to read it. She had already torn it three times and was
dropping it in the trash when the door opened. She turned and smiled at Roger as he looked about for
the brunette.
"Nina here?" he asked, still looking about.
"She and Mom ran to the store I think." Karen lied. "They should be back in a half hour or so. She left
your lunch here for you."
She debated remaining. She hesitated, then walked out, leaving him to eat in peace. Why not? Hell, she
was going to have him all afternoon. Instead of remaining and tormenting him, she ran upstairs and took
a hurried shower. She pulled out her best cologne and lavished it over her body. This was going to be a
good fuck. She wanted it to be the best he'd ever had. She rubbed the exotic smell into her skin, then
slipped into her tightest shorts. She pulled on her most seductive halter and checked her appearance in
the mirror.
Hell yes, she looked all right. She looked as appealing as hell. She mustn't rush this, however. Shit!
Roger hadn't even finished eating and she was all set to start banging away. The blonde laughed at her
impatience, then stretched out across her bed. She propped her head on both pillows and waited
anxiously until the time she figured he'd be expecting his caller.
Now she eased up his stairs, knowing that he was above her. Was he already naked? Was he, perhaps,
waiting naked in his bed? The thought sent another beautiful chill along her spine. Karen made it to the
top of the stairs and discovered another door. She tested the knob, found it unlocked, and opened the
door into his small apartment. She looked around, amazed at the strange taste Roger showed. Huge,
fake fur rugs were spread everywhere. Pictures of naked girls covered the walls. Incense was burning in
two small iron pots. The whole apartment reeked with the heady aroma. Karen was glad that she had
used the cologne. If smell intrigued Roger, then she would give him plenty of that. She didn't see him,
however. Roger wasn't in the room. A frown creased Karen's forehead as she stepped toward the bed
with its heavy fur coverlet.
"Be right there," Roger's voice sounded from a room beyond. "I didn't hear you come back. Get ready,
baby! I've gotten hornier than hell waiting for you."
Karen giggled and slipped out of her halter. She stopped at the edge of the bed and pulled her shorts
down. Her panties followed immediately as she heard his footsteps coming across the next room. The
blonde hopped onto the bed, the rich, furry cover sending a tingle all over her body. She lay back,
waiting as he stepped into the room.
"What the hell! " he gasped. "What the hell are you doing here?"
He hadn't been waiting naked. He hadn't been dressed, either. Roger wore only a pair of jockey shorts.
They didn't conceal much. They sure the hell showed a huge wad of cock and balls down in his groin.
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