"I'm sorry, Brandon," Taryn whispered, "I didn't know you'd be home so early."
Brandon swallowed and forced a smile. "Real slow at work today. How were the kids?"
"Good," Taryn said, visibly relieved he didn't compound on why her hand was down her pants on his bed. "Very good, like usual."
"Good. Well, are you ready to go home?" Brandon asked. The image of his babysitter pleasing herself on his bed would not fade from the officer's mind. His cock was rock hard; he wanted his babysitter.
Maybe he could ask her to stay and watch a movie with him ... and see what happened? Or just take her home and pretend it never happened?
Brandon's mind raced. |