Leave The Study

With her Uncle now visibly drunk and staring at her like a piece of meat, Emma decided it would be best to leave.

The story of the prison was disturbing and she wondered if the place was still open, but answers to that would have to come another night.

The way her Uncle was practically drooling over her young breasts was all she needed to prompt her exit.

"That all sounds pretty awful. I'm glad you got out of there, Uncle Edward." Emma stood as she said.

Edward stole a glance at her crotch and nodded, "Me too, Emma. Me too."

"Well I should probably head to bed now. See you tomorrow, Uncle." Emma said then turned to leave.

"Sweet dreams, Emma." Edward said with a bit of a slur.

She could feel his eyes staring at her ass when she left the study.

Despite mentioning going to bed, Emma wasn't really sure she could sleep yet since she had the nap earlier.

So if it wasn't time for bed, then what was it time for?