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I stared for what seemed like hours, as I tried to make sense of the scene. Someone had stood at my dressing table and masturbated, ejaculating their load all over it. It was obvious from the results they had left behind that they had squirted their cum at least four or five times, to leave the trails of cream spread across the furniture. Judging from both the amount and the length of the various lines of cum, it must have been a series of very powerful ejaculations, especially the one which had hit the mirror.**With my heart in my mouth I walked over to the dressing table. My knickers were also covered with cum, but this time seemed to have been used to wipe himself clean, rather than used to masturbate into like before.*None of this made sense. They had left before breakfast, and this mess certainly hadn?t been there when I left to go to church that morning.*There could only be one explanation ? they must have returned whilst we were at church!*In a daze, I went back downstairs, my head spinning, trying not to look like I was panicing...although inside, I was. In the drawing room, I found my mother and Peter West talking.*?Hello dear...what?s the matter...you look worried,? she said when she saw me. Obviously I hadn?t been able to disguise my inner turmoil from her.*?Oh...nothing..er..I was just wondering if you had seen the Ormsby-Gores?? I replied.*My mother stared at me as though I had spoken in a foreign language.*?Darling , don?t you remember ? They left...first thing this morning. We spoke about it,? she said, looking at me oddly. ?Katherine, are you alright??*?But... I thought they had come back,? I said, now beginning to feel sick.*?No, of course not,? she replied, ?Why would they come back??*I looked at her blankly, and then Peter West spoke.*?Perhaps Katherine has amnesia,? he suggested, a smile on his face. ?Don?t you remember us talking about it at breakfast??*I found my voice. ?Yes, of course I do. I just thought they may have come back again,? I replied. ?Don?t worry, just ignore me.?*I left them, and made my way back to my bedroom, now totally confused and in some distress, as the full gravity of the situation began to make Erzurum Escort (http://www.erzurum2012iwsc.com) itself clear to me.*Back in my room, I sat at my dressing table, staring at the semen splashes all over the table and mirror. I watched as a drop of the creamy cum fell from the frame of the mirror and landed on the table beneath.*So if he wasn?t here, it couldn?t be Sir Richard's semen. And I now had to face the fact someone else ? another guest ? had been in my room whilst I was at church, and masturbated, leaving the resulting mess for me to find.**In which case, I realised, it probably wasn?t Sir Richard who had visited my room previously and left my cum filled knickers on the bed!*I closed my eyes and put my head in my hands in horror, as I thought about the events of last evening, and what I had done.*I had exposed my private parts to one of my father?s most important colleagues. A man who, apparently, had nothing to do with the cum in my knickers, but who nevertheless had been treated to the sight of a horny blonde teenager rubbing her wet, naked pussy with her fingers through semen coated cotton panties.*?Oh my God ....what have I done?? I remember saying to myself. I had never felt so embarrassed, or indeed scared. What was going to happen now? What would Sir Richard do?*And, of course, I was left with a big mystery. If it wasn?t Sir Richard, then who was it?*It was now in*a complete state of panic. And a rather frightening situation. Someone in the house was playing a game with me. One of the guests had entered my room and had the nerve to masturbate and ejaculate. But even more unbelievable, he obviously had no qualms about me finding the results of his efforts.*And, whoever it was, seemed able to produce copious amounts of semen with some power, judging from the semen splashed all over my dressing table.*I picked up my knickers, and began to wipe up the mess with them, my head spinning with thoughts, and a sick feeling in my stomach, as I began to worry about the consequences of my actions the evening before.*And then I found myself thinking about the remaining guests, and wondering which one of them was the culprit. As I knew it Erzurum Escort Bayan (http://www.erzurum2012iwsc.com) couldn?t be David Raddner ? he had been with me in church - but then, who?*Charles Hartington? Barrister, family man. Very polite, he hadn?t really paid me much attention since they had arrived.*Anthony Atherley? CEO of a publishing company, I had chatted with him quite a lot, but didn?t detect any sign that he may have sexual thoughts about me.*Peter West OBE? Highly regarded journalist, recognised for his investigative reporting by receiving the OBE from the Queen. His wife had died of cancer the previous year ? perhaps he was missing a sexual relationship and found my presence irresistible? Highly unlikely.*William Corby QC? Another highly respected lawyer, with two teenage girls apparently, and his wife was stunningly pretty. Why would he want to risk creeping into my room and unloading his cum?*Ian Atkinson, the accountant? A very amusing guy, life and sole of the gathering. But anyone could see he was totally devoted to his wife Susan.*And finally, Paul Harrison. Middle aged, overweight and, I suspected, an alcoholic. I had detected there to be some tension between him and his wife over the past couple of days ? just the odd remark and look which perhaps indicated all wasn?t well. So perhaps he was hoping for some sexual adventure with me. I hoped not!*In truth, none of the guests seemed a likely suspect. But I had to face the fact that it must be one of them.*****I spent most of the rest of that day in my room, trying to comes to terms with the situation I now found myself in, which had left me feeling worried, confused and, I have to admit,*rather frightened.*Firstly there was the issue of Sir Richard, and my behaviour of the night before. I was now thinking about what he might do or say to my father about what had taken place between us, and how that might affect my father?s career.*Then the mystery which now surrounded me. I was beginning to feel paranoid, as I realised that somewhere in Brackenwood was a man so daring and confident, and with what must be a big sexual*appetite, that he was willing to behave in such a provocative Escort Erzurum (http://www.erzurum2012iwsc.com) way in someone else?s home. To think that this guy, whoever he was, had the guts to risk being discovered masturbating in his hosts teenage daughters bedroom made me feel quite frightened. If he had no qualms about doing this, what else would he be prepared to do?*And another question occurred to me. What was he trying to achieve by this behaviour? To scare me? To impress me? To prove to himself that he could do it? I simply couldn?t answer that question. Certainly I was feeling very uncomfortable about it. And yes, I think I was quite impressed that someone would be so brave to do it. And I had to admit that I was also impressed by the results of his ejaculation ? both by the amount, and the obvious force with which it had been produced.*The sound of the dinner gong being rung by Jenny downstairs brought me back from my deep thoughts, and I realised it was lunch time already. I quickly changed, and made my way apprehensively down to the dining room. The thought that I would have to face ?him? made me feel most uneasy.*I ate little at lunch, and, as soon as I could, made my excuses and retired to my bedroom. My father asked if I was feeling alright, so I told him I had a bad headache.*Later that evening a quiet knock came at my door. It was Jenny, wanting to know if I would be coming down to dinner. I decided to have some sandwiches brought up - I couldn?t face seeing everyone again !*But I knew I couldn?t go on like this. There were still two more days of the bank holiday weekend to go, and I couldn?t hide away from everyone for the remainder of their stay. I had to somehow deal with the situation.****I awoke the next morning with a plan. It was a risk, but I had decided I must do something. I couldn?t carry on the way things were. It felt to me like the walls of the house were closing in on me, that my every move was being watched by an unknown presence, which was stalking the long dark corridors of the old house, waiting for another opportunity to pounce.*At breakfast, I announced brightly to everyone around the breakfast table that I was feeling so much better, and that I would be going out for the day to Truro, shopping. My father asked if I would like him to drive me there, but I declined saying I would catch the bus from St Mawes harbour. After all, I told everyone, the walk down to the town in the fresh air would do me good.