My reflexes made me fight back when it became me who wanted to dominate his tongue in response to his earlier action. I don't know if it was because of my ego that I decided to stop letting anyone try to defeat me anymore, which is what made me want to prove to him that I'm a better kisser.However, that move only made the situation worse, knowing what I did seemed to have roused him to an even greater degree. In the pauses between our rough kisses, I heard him let out a deep breath, and I know for a fact that this is a sign that he is ready to take things to the next level in terms of what is happening between us right now. My hunch was confirmed when his hands moved swiftly to pull my dress down, exposing my bosoms. The pleasure of his earlier actions has left them sore, and now they are being harassed lustfully within the creep's mouth.Instantly, I felt the heat of his mouth on my nipples as he tried to suck them. Before I felt his mouth warm them up, I could feel them hardening,
That night, I couldn't even find my way to sleep. It's so hard for me to wrap my head around the fact that something as terrible as that happened to me earlier when I was at the store.What seems to be much worse now is the fact that I can't even find the courage to speak of it to anyone, not even to Taylor, who seems to be someone who can be trusted. I know that she can be trusted for it since Claudette seemed to have trusted her that much. However, that is Claudette. My situation is very different from Claudette's because, unlike Claudette, I did not grow up being cared for by Taylor. In fact, I have only just recently come to know her to actually have the guts to speak to her about how someone had just molested me earlier at the shop.Earlier at the shop—just a moment after that creep left me—I instantly had to wipe the moist between my legs with my own handkerchief, since I could already hear Taylor knocking from the outside. I did not want her to find out that I had been haras
On the other hand, I believe that Taylor was taken aback by my question because it took her a considerable amount of time before she was even able to respond to me. "Uh... well, there is a little thing that they need to work on in the garden," Taylor mumbled. "Just a little thing? and yet, it requires them that much chaos?”It's very clear to me that Taylor is keeping something from me, and I can feel it. The manner in which she responds to my inquiry makes it abundantly clear that she is unable to even bring up to me in the form of a concrete answer. If she had only been able to explain it to me in a way that didn't cause her to stutter, I'm sure that I would have had no trouble believing her the very first time she told me. However, as she continues to demonstrate to me, both through her actions and even her words, that there is something she is concealing, it just continues to give me strong hunches.I did not want to come across as authoritative in my argument against Taylor, w
My mouth drops open in shock at what I'm seeing right now. I just can't believe that something like this took place right here in the garden of the mansion. The fact that one of the housemaids is the victim makes the situation seem even more dire.It is still unclear to me who the maid actually is; however, based on the fact that she is dressed in a uniform, I can only assume that she is employed by the Silverstone mansion. It would appear that what they have done to her is a truly horrible thing. Aside from the fact that she appears to have been raped, she also has quite a few bruises, which appear to be some kind of scratches that can only be caused by claws. This leads one to believe that she was abused in some way, as evidenced by how mutilated and ruined the uniform she now wears.However, considering the circumstances, it makes me wonder if she had been mauled by a wild animal of some kind.“What happened to her?” I immediately asked.I have the impression that the remaining ot
"Oh no, dear, that is not what we have in mind to do." Taylor chimes in.I didn't want to start reprimanding Taylor because she was just an accomplice to this, but she is still partly to blame for not letting me find out about what took place in the garden. "No, Taylor, the fact that you all lied to me and continue to keep me from knowing about it just makes me want to believe that that is what you really intend to do.”And then, I took a break for a moment. I didn’t want to continue firing them with words, especially when I am seeing them silent right now.The fact that they have chosen to remain silent is further evidence that they completely feel guilty about what I have been telling them. And because of that, I don't think there's anything else I could possibly have to reprimand them for at this point. Besides, it's not like I have the capacity to hold my temper for very long.As soon as I felt that the angry feeling in me had finally subsided, I immediately composed myself and b
“I-I’m sorry, I was just thinking about something.” I reason out. Despite this, I had a sneaking suspicion that Reagan wasn't going to buy that reason from me.When I look at the expression on his face, it seems as if he is trying to determine what it was that had me startled for a considerable amount of time, and why, despite the fact that he had called me several times, I was still unable to respond immediately.Knowing that it was actually Reagan who was just running through my mind a minute ago makes it impossible for me to bring up that subject with him right now. Instantaneously, I was required to immediately think of a reason to tell him about it before he became even more curious about it.“It’s actually about what happened today.” I said. To be honest, I really haven’t figured out what exact cover up I will tell him.It wasn't until he replied, "Oh yeah, was it about the thing you're supposed to tell me on the way to the police station?" that he saved me from having to think
It was at that point that I had the sudden realization that it might be because of how quickly I rose to call on Reagan in an instant. I was unaware that taking that action could in fact cause them to act in such a manner so quickly.I chose to ignore it and proceeded to walk near Reagan. "Can you accompany me to the police station today?" I suddenly asked him.“Sure. But why are we even going there?” he asks.“I’ll tell you on the way there.”However, just as Reagan and I were about to leave, Klen and Taylor immediately followed close behind me in an attempt to prevent me from leaving. After that, Klen protested as quickly as possible, saying, "Miss Claudette, let us come with you.""Oh, dear, please don't leave without us." Taylor even added.“I appreciate the concern, but I believe I left the two of you with instructions to finish within the day. I will be expecting reports from those instructions when I get home later.”“But, Miss Claudette, are you seriously going out without any
"Oh, dear, please don't leave without us." Taylor even added.“I appreciate the concern, but I believe I left the two of you with instructions to finish within the day. I will be expecting reports from those instructions when I get home later.”“But, Miss Claudette, are you seriously going out without any guards with you?” Klen made another protest.Every time they insist on having those guards, it gets on my nerves. It's almost as if they are announcing to the world that I am being held captive in this mansion. But on some level, I am fully aware of the reason why they were so eager to coerce me into having those security guards follow me around at all times. As far as I can tell, it's for my own good. But didn’t they know that I will be with Reagan today? Knowing that Reagan is on the line might help them relax a bit, but even if that were the case, their concerns for my safety remain unfounded."I will be with Reagan, and I'm sure that he won't let anything bad happen to me while