His footsteps echoed off the hallway floor. It was the warning I needed to get in position. He didn’t know it at the time, but there was a reason I wanted hardwood floors throughout the whole house. It was not just for aesthetics. Subs needed every advantage they could get, and sometimes, the sounds of their footfalls were all telling. I silently slipped off the bed, my bare feet padded lightly across the floor, and lower...

His hands slowly made their way around and under the fabric of her dress, cupping her breasts. They ached for his attention. Her body always ached for his attention. Her body responded without a thought and she arched her back, grinding her ass into his crotch. She could feel his need through the fabric, which sent a thrill throughout her body and a soft mewl escaped her lips. His rough hands scooped her needy tits until...

Justine flicked her blonde tresses aside and wedged the phone between her cheek and shoulder. “I can meet you in a bit. Like, half ten? Mom reminded me to water Mr. Turner's plants early.” She scrabbled in her cutoffs for the key and lined it up with the back door lock, laughing. “Yeah yeah, that hot guy to our left.” She swung the door and stepped through into the kitchen, the most striking feature being it was so clean...