Chapter Four
Emma made me do housework most nights, assigning me different rooms each evening on a sort of rolling programme. This came after I’d cooked an evening meal so I got pretty tired. On some evenings I got so weary I questioned why I agreed to play her games. There was no doubt swanning around the house naked with Emma watching me (if she wasn’t glued to the TV screen) was a s****l turn on and much of the time I was dusting and scouring I had an erection. On the other hand it was damned hard graft. And the s****l side didn’t show any signs of developing—at least not in the way I expected. Naturally I hoped she might f**k me before too long. I wasn’t getting s*x from either Kirsty or Mary. However, Emma kept her clothes on, often wearing her uniform until she went to bed, and ther
