“Do you like staring at my t**s Mr. Sullivan?” Angel asked the father of her charge.
She had been contracted to babysit his one stubborn child, and what made up for the stress that came with the wild child, was the sultry looks she noticed him throwing her way every once in a while
And today, Angel decided to take the bull by the horns and asked him, no, not just ask him.
She had walked into his room when he had called her to search for nothing in particular. She knew the game he was playing. And now, she decided to teach him her own game.
Angel smiled, her hands slipping up beneath them. His look was openly lustful now, and she was becoming aroused at his interest. Very slowly, she crossed her hands and reached for the hem of her shirt, lifting it over her head and exposing the bl
