Chapter 7

KRISTEN What the actual fuck... I stood at the door, my legs refusing to move forward or go back. I had left the room when it seemed my hard-on was going to tear through the towel—her towel. Coupled with the not-so-subtle moans from her mouth when I tried disciplining her, her towel around my waist also made me unnecessarily hard. There was only one explanation: I had been interrupted, unable to cum, two times in the same week! Now, it seemed my dick was finding it hard to differentiate between family and strangers. When I left her room, I had to pay and send off Brenda and her partner, pleading that something had come up. Thankfully, they didn't ask many questions. That was when I heard the sounds from June's room. My heartbeat increased as I approached her door. God help me, how can I be hard with the thoughts of going to meet a girl I trained from childhood? I saw her grow, watched her laugh and cry, and felt her joy and pain. Even now, I am like a father and mother to her. Her feat