I came away from my conversation with Withers with wet panties and the sudden urge to scratch the itch he'd created. I didn't realize how strong the attraction I had to him was and it only confirmed the rightness of the decision I'd made. Withers would be my first. I wondered what he sounded like when he came and just the thought sent a shiver down my spine. Jenny would whimper when she filled my mouth with her sweet cream and Jacobi gave a weak grunt. I imagined that Withers' response would be much more manly, perhaps a deep grunt or a growl as he emptied himself into me.
But all fantasies have their feet in the real world. I began to worry about my part of the performance. Would he laugh at me? Tell me that I was still a child and send me home? It became even more important to find out what went on when a man and woman fucked and tonight's visitor would provide that, I was sure. It was just a matter of finding out what room and the best place to hide …
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Martin Turner arrived promptly at eight o'clock and was met by Withers at the carriage house. Cassia watched as the two men shook hands and made a circuit around the vehicle, talking and pointing out items that Turner wanted taken care of, including the injured wheel. Satisfied that Withers could take care of the problems, he grabbed an overnight bag from the carriage and strode toward the house. Cassia remained upstairs until Cook called her and she went down and joined her parents and the visitor in the main dining room.
"Mr. Turner, may I introduce my daughter, Cassia Nova."
Cassia politely greeted Turner and set about examining him while dinner was served. He was a few inches taller than her father, easily six feet in height and seemed solid in his fine suit. His dark eyes sparkled at her mother and his manner was respectful but there was an underlying current, a sexual tension that made Cassia's skin tingle. After dinner, the adults retired to the library for sherry and cigars. Being eighteen, Cassia could have joined them but she begged off, saying that she was tired. She kissed her parents good night, bid Turner a good evening and repaired to her room.