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Her eyes widen. “Anyway, so he is sitting on the lounge with my feet on his lap and he starts to run his

hand up and down my foot.”

“Oh shit,” I whisper. “Aren’t you ticklish?” I couldn’t handle that shit, “Chinese torture chamber shit,”

I murmur around my crackers.

She shakes her head at my stupid question.

“What did you do?” I frown.

She shrugs and drains her glass. “I sat and pretended to watch stupid fucking Arnold

Schwarzenegger.”

“Oh.” My eyes widen as I refill our glasses. I pass hers to her. “So… he had your foot and was

rubbing it with his hand.”

“We will leave in ten, girls,” Alastar calls from the lounge.”

“Okay,” I reply. He is dropping us at the restaurant on his way.

She leans in so Alastar can’t hear her and I instinctively do the same. “He moved my foot so I could

feel his erection in his pants.”

“What?” I whisper, wide-eyed. Holy crap. “I don’t believe this!”

“I know, right?” She sculls her wine.

“What did you do?”

“I laid there and let him rub himself up with my foot.”

I choke on my wine. “W-w-what?” I stammer.

“He rubbed my foot back and forth over his erection, Em.”

My mouth drops open in shock.

She shakes her head and drains her glass. I burst out laughing and put my hand over my mouth. “This

guy is a fucking deviant.” I murmur.

“Tell me about it,” she replies dryly.NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

“What happened?” I whisper. “God, I love these stories.” I hold up my glass and she clinks it with

hers.

She shrugs. “I think he came.”

My eyes widen. “What?” I gasp.

“Who came?” Alastar replies casually as he walks into the room.

Oh shit, he heard us. My guilty eyes land on Brielle.

“Bianca’s boyfriend arrived today,” she blurts.

Alastar checks back under the sink. “Who is Bianca?” he asks without looking up.

My eyes widen and I shake my head. God, I wish I could think fast on my feet like her.

“Our friend from Australia,” Brielle replies casually. “Her boyfriend arrived today.” She widens her

eyes and shrugs her shoulders and I drop my head to hide my smile at her easy bullshitting ways.

I turn to Alastar who is openly stressed out. “Can you still not find your gloves?” I ask.

“No and it’s fucking pissing me off.” He pulls out the third drawer in a rush. “I saw another old pair

here the other day, but I can’t recall where.” He murmurs deep in thought.

I think for a moment. I did see a pair somewhere. “Oh, they are in the laundry underneath the sink. I

saw them there yesterday when I was doing the laundry.”

He winks sexily and disappears into the laundry.

“So, what happened then?” I whisper.

She leans back in to me. “I think he came on my foot.”

“And the kids were in the room?” I ask, horrified.

“Yes, but God knows I wasn’t thinking about them.”

I shake my head. “You are such a shit nanny. Who jacks off the dad with their foot when the kids are in

the room?”

She laughs out loud. “I really am. It’s true.”

“And then?”

“And then he got harder and harder and the look he was giving me was almost making me orgasm on

the spot.”

“Oh, this is hot,” I whisper. “It’s like reality porn.”

“And then he held my foot tight onto him, and I swear, I felt his cock jerk as he came.”

“Oh my God,” I whisper. “Then what?”

She throws up her hands in despair. “Then the fucking movie ended, didn’t it?”

“Oh.” My face falls. “So he didn’t return the favor?”

“No.” She shakes her head in disgust. “Then the kids got up and the moment was totally ruined so he

got up and disappeared into his room.”

I laugh. “Brielle, I can’t actually believe this shit is happening to you.”

“Do you think I can?”

“What happened at breakfast?”