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Babysitter Seduction
(Candi Kush)

"Oh, shit!" Lindsey stammered. She began cramming appliances and cosmetics back into their places, and none of it looked as neat. "This dress!" Lindsey whispered to herself. "What do I do?!" Lindsey looked around the large room, and spied their laundry hamper. She took the dress and shoes off and threw them into the hamper. Her own clothes were still lying on Hannah's closet floor, an additional problem. Lindsey bit her lip, hearing Tom call her name again. Hurriedly, she went over to the whirlpool and turned on the water to fill the tub. "Hi Tom! I'm in your bath!" Lindsey called. 



Tom raised his eyebrows, intrigued. "What are you doing in there?" 



"Um, I'm taking a bath!" Lindsey called back. 



Tom stopped outside the bathroom door and leaned against it. "Are you naked in there?" He laughed. 



"Y-Yes!" Lindsey threw her bra and panties on the ground and jumped into the water. 



"Mind if I come in?" Tom asked. He didn't wait for her answer before opening the door. 



Lindsey's hair was in a curly updo. She lifted her hands to cover her bare bosom when he walked in, but he could still see her neat and shaven cunt. He felt his cock stir. "Lindsey, what made you decide to take a bath?" Tom folded his arms and leaned against the sink counter, disappointed and stern. 



"I'm so sorry, Tom. I got dirty after Abigail's snack and I thought I should wash off," Lindsey said. Tom was gazing at her in that possessive way again. She felt vulnerable and was aware that he could see her pussy, but she only had two hands to cover herself with. "I should get dressed," Lindsey gulped and stood up to get out of the bathtub. "Hand me a towel?"



Tom nodded. He walked over to the towel shelf and spied Hannah's dress and shoes in the clothes hamper. He picked up the blue and white dress. "Lindsey?" He held it out to her. "Care to explain?"



"Uh," Lindsey sighed. Busted. "I was trying on her dress when you got home. I usually take a picture of myself, but you got home before I could," she blurted. 



"You usually take a picture of yourself?" Tom almost laughed out loud. "Where, on your phone?"



"Yes, sir," Lindsey nodded. 



"Sit your ass back in that bath. I want to see these pictures. Where's your phone?" Tom dropped the dress in the hamper.