Use her as a pawn

"Don't you think it would be a good idea if you left my child's babysitter inside?" you ask the neighborhood nympho, in as stern a voice as you can muster, feeling your cock surge in your slacks at the idea of having both this blonde, and sweet Sarah, under your control.

Frannie Fuhrberger's eyes grow wide and she nods her head repeatedly as you help the black-garbed tart back to her feet.

Seeing you cross your arms and glower at her, the bleached blonde hurriedly turns to the front door's locks and quickly flicks the locks, tugging open the door.

Sarah pushes inside immediately, berating her friend as soon as she closes the door behind her.

"Frannie! What the hell were you thinking! All that dye affecting your brain!" she mockshouts, still pretending her charge is sleeping.

It is only then that Sarah sees you standing immediately behind the now wet-eyed eighteen-year-old.

You put a finger up to your lips to shush the girl, not wanting her to say anything to spoil your fun.

"Sarah, what is the meaning of this?" you ask, your eyes scanning her half-dressed body like it is something new to you. "What are you doing outside? And dressed like that? Who's watching my child when you two are fooling around?"

You glare at Sarah and Frannie both, twirling the blonde around to face you as well.

Sarah simply gasps, not knowing what part to play.

"Please, sir. Don't blame Sarah. It's not her fault. It's mine!" the blonde nearly bawls.

"Seems you're both at fault," you mock glower, appraising Sarah's wardrobe. "The question is.."