Threesome
Imagine the scene unfolding before your eyes, as the camera takes you into the heart of a tense moment. The dimly lit closet of the dreaded Mr. Hands is where we find our young protagonist, Anne, huddled in a ball, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and anticipation. The slow turn of the doorknob signals her friend Sally's daring rescue, her determined spirit evident as she drags her injured leg behind her, urging Anne to silence. The girls navigate the treacherous path out of Mr. Hands' office, their hearts in their throats, every creak of the floor a symphony of suspense. As they tiptoe through the common areas, the tension is palpable. Anne, with a mixture of gratitude and disbelief, turns to thank Sally, who triumphantly hands her a slip of paper—Mr. Westfield's address, a beacon of hope stolen from under Mr. Hands' nose. The exchange is a silent promise, a testament to their unbreakable bond. Anne's hug is more than just gratitude; it's a pledge of sisterhood, sealed with a kiss as she takes her first steps into the unknown night. The scene shifts dramatically as Anne steps out of a stranger's car, her eyes wide with awe at the sight of Mr. Westfield's grand estate. It's a mansion unlike any she's ever seen, a testament to wealth and power that leaves her momentarily breathless. But as she looks down at her shabby clothes and dirty hands, self-doubt creeps in. She starts to walk away, only to be halted by a gardener's curious inquiry. The moment is electric, a dance of uncertainty and destiny as Anne mumbles her purpose—she is the orphan, here to see Ms. Farling. The entrance to the mansion is a spectacle in itself. A handsome butler, dressed to the nines, opens the door, his eyes taking in Anne with a mixture of surprise and admiration. "You are the prettiest orphan I have ever seen!" he exclaims, his words a blend of praise and intrigue. Anne, caught off guard, replies shyly, her voice a soft melody against the grandeur of the foyer. The butler, Bruno, extends his hand, inviting her into a world she's only dreamed of. Enter Ms. Farling, still in her dressing gown, her surprise evident as she lays eyes on Anne. The air is thick with anticipation as she questions the girl's early arrival, her agitation a subtle undercurrent to her warm welcome. Anne, not wanting to reveal the truth, spins a tale of Mr. Hands' abrupt departure, her voice steady despite the lie. Ms. Farling, though slightly flustered, accepts the story, her hand warm on Anne's shoulder as she introduces her to the opulent world of Mr. Westfield. The tour of the mansion is a whirlwind of extravagance and eccentricity. The kitchen, where a chef whisking away in a bowl stops to stare at Anne, is a symphony of flavors and aromas. Ms. Farling's whispered introduction of the chef as "a little eccentric" only adds to the mystique. The living area, where a beautiful maid extends herself to dust the tall corners, is a dance of elegance and allure. The maid's warm hug and whispered words, "You are so perfect, daddy is sure to love you," leave Anne bewildered, her eyes seeking answers from Ms. Farling. The explanation comes swiftly, a tale of respect and reverence for Mr. Westfield, the man they all call "daddy." The tour continues, each room a new chapter in the grand narrative of the mansion. A guard stands watch outside a darkened wing, his presence a silent testament to the importance of the man within. Anne looks at him nervously, her heart a drumbeat of uncertainty as Ms. Farling quickens her pace, her voice a hurried explanation of the man's importance. The introduction to the staff is a parade of luxury and service. Michael, the driver, with his handsome smile and kiss on Anne's hand, is a promise of adventure and freedom. The staff's smiles, intense and unwavering, are a silent chorus of admiration, their eyes never leaving Anne as she takes in the grandeur around her. She sticks close to Ms. Farling, her questions a soft murmur against the opulence, her heart clinging to the hope that Mr. Westfield can help her find her real parents. The bathroom scene is a symphony of touch and sensation. Anne, naked under the shower, is a picture of vulnerability and awkwardness as Ms. Farling and the maid join her, their touch a sensual dance of cleansing and preparation. The conversation is a blend of pride and expectation, Ms. Farling's words painting a picture of a man who has everything but the one thing he's never known—a family. Anne's silence is a testament to her desire to fit in, her need to please, her heart aching with the weight of her past and the hope of her future. The women's words are a chorus of encouragement and expectation, their touch a symphony of sensation as they scrub Anne's body, their voices a blend of pride and anticipation. The maid's question, "Have you ever enjoyed an orgasm?" is a whisper of curiosity and invitation, Anne's confession a soft admission of past pain and present uncertainty. The women's insistence, their promise to help her relax, is a dance of touch and sensation, a chorus of moans and whispers as they lead Anne to her first climax. The scene that follows is a blur of pleasure and surrender, the butler and driver joining in, their touch a symphony of sensation as they dry Anne off, their voices a chorus of encouragement and desire. Anne's hesitation is a soft murmur against the tide of their insistence, Ms. Farling's words a reminder of the importance of their actions, their touch a dance of pleasure and preparation. The dining room is a tableau of tension and expectation. Anne, dressed in a stylish red dress, is a picture of transformation, her eyes wide with anticipation as she sits at the beautifully appointed table. The staff is a silent chorus of anxiety, their eyes darting between Anne and the empty head of the table, their hearts a drumbeat of uncertainty. Mr. Westfield's entrance is a storm of frustration and impatience, his voice a gruff demand as he questions Anne's presence, his eyes cold and unyielding. The meal is a dance of tension and charm, Ms. Farling's encouragement a soft melody against the cold silence of Mr. Westfield. Anne's words are a symphony of hope and desperation, her voice a soft plea as she tells the businessman of her life, her dreams, her hopes. Mr. Westfield's coldness is a wall of indifference, his eyes never leaving Anne, his silence a chorus of unspoken doubts and reservations. The scene in Mr. Westfield's bedroom is a storm of emotion and desperation. Anne's entrance is a dance of courage and fear, her voice a soft plea as she marches to his bedside, her words a promise of devotion and respect. Mr. Westfield's anger is a storm of frustration and disbelief, his voice a gruff demand as he questions Anne's intentions, his eyes cold and unyielding. Anne's plea is a symphony of desperation and hope, her voice a soft murmur against the storm of Mr. Westfield's anger. Her words are a dance of promise and surrender, her body a silent offering as she climbs onto the bed, her eyes wide with fear and determination. Mr. Westfield's anger is a storm of confusion and desire, his voice a gruff demand as he questions Anne's actions, his touch a dance of lust and surrender. The sex scene is a symphony of passion and surrender, Anne's moans a chorus of pleasure and desperation as she calls out to Mr. Westfield, her voice a soft plea as she begs for his acceptance. Their bodies are a dance of lust and love, their touch a symphony of sensation as they move together, their hearts a drumbeat of desire and longing. The scene is intercut with shots of Ms. Farling, her eyes wide with lust and satisfaction as she watches from outside the door, her touch a dance of pleasure and anticipation. The aftermath is a tableau of tenderness and satisfaction. Anne's kiss is a soft murmur against Mr. Westfield's lips, their bodies a dance of exhaustion and contentment. Ms. Farling's entrance is a whisper of pride and accomplishment, her words a soft melody as she leads Anne out of the room, her hand warm and reassuring. Mr. Westfield's smile is a testament to his surrender, his heart a drumbeat of satisfaction and longing. The final scene in Anne's new bedroom is a symphony of hope and contentment. Ms. Farling's words are a soft melody as she tucks Anne in, her kiss a whisper of pride and accomplishment. Anne's prayer is a dance of hope and longing, her voice a soft murmur as she speaks to her parents, her heart a drumbeat of determination and desire. The scene fades to black, a tableau of hope and anticipation, a promise of the adventures yet to come.
