“Mr. Hayes, are you okay?”
Lily’s voice was soft and full of concern as she walked toward him. She had seen the big argument from her bedroom window. She had watched him storm out of the house after fighting with his wife. Now he was sitting alone on the old wooden bench in the corner of the compound, drinking heavily from a bottle of whiskey.
She moved closer and sat down right beside him. Without waiting for permission, she placed her hand on his thigh and slowly slid it upward until her fingers rested on the side of his d**k through his trousers. She gave it a gentle squeeze.
Mr. Hayes looked at her with blurry, drunk eyes. “Lily? What are you doing here? You should go home.”
Lily didn’t remove her hand, Instead, she rubbed him slowly, feeling his c**k start to respond under her tou
