Ask Maria more details about Melissa while teasing her nipples through the silk robe

You step closer to Maria, your petite frame practically bouncing with excitement. Your fingers trace along the edge of the pink silk robe she's borrowed—which you now realize must belong to Mandi, given its generous bust area.

"So tell me about Melissa," you whisper, your voice breathy and high as your small hands begin to gently tease the outline of her nipples through the thin fabric. "Like, what's she really like? Is she super mean to Daddy?"

Maria's breath catches as your fingers circle her rapidly hardening nipples. Her professional composure crumbles further with each gentle touch.

"She's... ah... formidable," Maria stammers, her eyes fluttering closed momentarily. "Runs the largest children's charity in London. Never raised her voice at me once in seven years. But when she looks at you—oh!"

Your teasing turns to gentle squeezes, rolling her nipples between your thumb and forefinger. Maria's sentence dissolves into a soft moan.

"Does she still hate Daddy?" you ask, increasing the pressure slightly, feeling her body respond as she leans into your touch.

"The divorce was... ugly," Maria manages, her breathing growing heavy. "There's a clause... they can't be within a hundred meters of each other at public events."

You giggle, slipping one hand inside the robe to cup her breast directly. "That's why Daddy doesn't want me going to her party!"

Maria nods, then gasps as your fingers find her bare nipple. "The security is... extensive. Former intelligence officers. They know exactly who's on the guest list and who isn't."

Your other hand slides lower, tracing the curve of her hip. "But you handle all Daddy's business stuff, right? Couldn't you like, put me on some list or something?"

Before Maria can answer, you hear a throat clearing behind you. You turn to find Matt leaning against the doorframe, wearing only boxer briefs that do little to hide his obvious arousal. Behind him stands Mandi in a sheer nightie that makes her massive F-cups look even more impressive.

"Sorry to interrupt," Matt says with a grin that suggests he's not sorry at all. "We heard voices."

Mandi giggles, twirling a strand of hair. "We were gonna make sandwiches after our workout, but this looks way more fun."

You beam at the twins, not releasing your hold on Maria's breast. "We're having a midnight snack! Want to join? Maria was just telling me about Melissa's charity thingy."

Matt steps forward, his eyes locked on Maria's exposed breast in your hand. "I'd love to help. Dad's sound asleep anyway."

You pout thoughtfully, then brighten with an idea. "Mandi, sweetie, did you see where Becky went? She was with Marcus. I think they need help too!"

Mandi's eyes widen with delight. "Ooh! Like a special mission?"

"Totally! Marcus needs to understand his new job protecting all of us. Becky might need backup."

Matt has already moved behind Maria, his hands sliding around her waist as he presses against her. Your fingers find their way lower, slipping between Maria's thighs to discover she's already embarrassingly wet.

"So about that guest list," you continue conversationally, as if you weren't currently sliding two fingers inside her. "Could you help me get in?"

Maria's answer is lost in a gasp as Matt begins kissing her neck while your fingers work their magic below.

"I'll go help Becky with Marcus!" Mandi announces cheerfully, bouncing out of the kitchen, her massive breasts jiggling hypnotically with each step.

With Mandi gone, Matt gives you a conspiratorial wink over Maria's shoulder. "Let me help you with your... interrogation," he offers, reaching around to untie the belt of Maria's borrowed robe.

04:15 | Tuesday 5 Aug 2025 | Kitchen, Rick's Penthouse, London

[QUEEN BEE] | [Medium] | [Friday 20:00] | [3 days, 15 hours, 45 minutes remaining]

[MIDNIGHT SNACK] | [Easy] | [Now] | [In progress]