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cock flops down hitting me in the face with a smack. I have to lean back to get at the head now.
    I take his balls in my hands and squeeze them lightly, pulling down as I trace the head with my tongue. Then I place it in my mouth, closing my lips just behind the ridge of it and I suck in while swirling my tongue.
    "Oh christ!" he cries out pushing forward but I rock back with him not letting him in any deeper.
    I continue working the head and playing with his balls building the intensity then in a single motion I shove forward taking him down to my throat. It hurts my jaw to open so wide and I gag loudly, my throat filling with saliva at the intrusion. I lean my head back to ease my gag reflex. His head is thrown back, his eyes are closed, and he thrusts back and forth with his hips. I can feel him swelling bigger in my mouth.
    "Fuck, fuck," he says over and over. "I can't hold it, fuck you're good!"
    He explodes. Hot streaming cum spurts down my throat faster than I can swallow it all. I try to let it slide down but there's too much. His cock keeps spasming and more and more sperm is released with each pump. My mouth overflows and his cum drops on my dress.
    My necklace!
    Fuck it, I decide. It'll clean. I suck and suck on his cock until it quits spasming and he's dry. He pulls his spent member from my mouth and I smile up at him with his sperm all over my mouth and chin, dripping down across my tits.
    "You are fucking amazing," he says smiling at me.
    "Thank you sir," I say.
    Mrs. Cliffe walks in behind us and for a moment I’m ashamed. Ashamed that I pleased her husband, ashamed that she wasn't here to watch. My pussy still aches with desire and a need to be filled. Part of me, secretly, hopes she will taste me too.
    "Amelie," she says. "You need to get dressed."
    I turn shocked, cold ice water flooding my veins.
    "What? Why? I'm sorry, you said it was okay for us to warm up ..."
    Mrs. Cliffe stares at me and there are tears in the corners of her eyes. I only did what she had said to, I did everything perfect. How can I have fucked this up? I replay the car in my mind, I know I didn't do something I wasn't supposed to!
    "It's not that dear," she says walking over and taking me in her arms.
    I can't help shaking, I'm so scared. What could it possibly be.
    "You have to go home," she says.
    "NO!" I can't stop the outcry. I can't give this up. I can't leave them.
    "Amelie, stop," her voice is sharp and I instantly obey. She continues holding me stroking my hair before she speaks again. "It's your Grandfather, Amelie. I'm afraid he's passed."
    "Granddad?" I ask dumbfounded. Tears start down my face.
    "Yes," she says. "I've already arranged a flight home for you. It happened suddenly. Your family needs you."
    "He's gone?"
    I love my Granddad. He encouraged me to come to America, to live and chase my dreams when all the rest of my family told me what a terrible idea it was. He can't be gone. He just can't.
    "I'm afraid so. That's not all," her voice catches and I lean back to look at her. What else could it be? "Your Grandmother isn't well. Your family wants you to stay there, to take care of her."
    Cold numbness sets in as everything becomes unreal.
    Stay there. In England. No more Brown. No more Cliffes.
    The heavy weight of duty settles across me as I realize I have little choice but to obey.

Chapter thirteen
    Mrs. Cliffe
    Thomas toddles across the room giggling.
    "Very good Thomas!" I exclaim as he holds his arms out. I grab him up and pull him close.
    "Em, Em," he gurgles.
    My heart drops. It's been four months and he still hasn't forgotten her. Truth be told neither have I. We've not yet found another au pair to replace her. No one can really replace what she was to us.
    "Ma ma," I say to him. "It's night night time."
    I feed him his bottle then settle him in to his crib. After he's down I go to my bedroom and find Daniel running in and out of his closet. His shirt is untucked, his feet are bare, and he doesn't have his tie