When I opened my eyes and came to my senses, Mrs. B was still on her hands and knees, focused between his legs-but Doc was looking right at me, his dark eyes on mine.
He saw me. For the second time today-he saw me.
My hand flew to my mouth and I stumbled back, fumbling for the doorknob behind me I knew was there. I finally found it, slipping into my room and shutting the door behind me. I leaned against it, my heart pounding, my pussy dripping, and wondered what I was going to do now.
Chapter Three
I buried my red, flushed face into the coolness of my pillow and decided I wasn’t going to leave my room. I just couldn’t face them, after what had happened. When Mrs. B knocked on my door for dinner, I told her I wasn’t feeling well again.
“Anything I can get you?” she asked kindly.
I shook my head and called a muffled, “No!” into my pillow.
Downstairs, they played games, talking, laughing. I heard Janie and Henry fighting over the X-Box again, but then Doc turned it off and put in Monty Python, which had them both laughing hysterically. It wasn’t something I thought I’d let my eight and nine year old watch, but I wasn’t their parent, what did I know? I was just the babysitter.
Some babysitter-hiding up in her room! I just couldn’t imagine looking into his eyes, knowing he had seen me masturbating in their doorway while I watched them have sex. What must he think of me, now?
My face burned at the thought, but the images of them together kept coming back to me, again and again. I couldn’t stop remembering how her breasts had swayed when he pounded into her, how she had turned around to swallow his cum, like she couldn’t get enough.