the door is locked

Both you and the sweet babysitter whose ass you've impaled with your cock watch the round brass doorknob turn about a third of the way and stop.

You breathe a sigh of relief over the little brunette's head, glad you had the presence of mind to relock the door as you were drooling over sweet little Sarah. There was no telling what her father would've done if he had found you with your hard cock up his little precious' ass.

You look down at the half-naked brunette and see she is relieved as well. She summons the energy to speak once again.

"Honestly, Father, I'll be fine! Now just leave the book and stop making so much noise or you'll wake the baby again!"

You think to yourself that there is one baby that has already reawakened.The danger of almost getting caught has caused your cock to refill with blood.

You both hear a quiet, thoughtful silence. And then, he spoke again, barely audible through the thick door this time.

"I guess you're right, honey. Call later, okay, Sweet Pea?"

Sarah answers, trying to sound chipper. "Okay, Daddy. Love you!"

You stand there together for a few minutes, finally hearing him pull his car away.

"Okay, Sweet Pea," you taunt Sarah. "Are you ready for Round Two"?

Before she can answer, the doorbell rings again.

"What is it around here tonight? You'd think I lived in Grand Central Station!" you mutter to Sarah under your breath.

"You know the drill, sweet cheeks!" you tell the miss assporked before you.

Sarah offers a breathy--