1. Court Records Chapter One


    Date: 11/7/2016, Categories: True Story, Virginity, Written by women, Young, Author: Barbiebnympho, Rating: 80, Source: sexstories.com

    something more normal, friends, fun, and good classes. Trying to be an optimist Sarah finally concluded all was not lost. Although, none of the help had said anything about taking her, she would just go down and have Jayson get into their schedules and find one of the “house help” who could make the four hour drive. First though Sarah needed to call Evenrude Music Camp to explain that she would be late. The phone rang at Evenrude. A very professional female voice answered quickly. Half way through Sarah’s explanation that she would be late, the voice on the other end informed her that there was no reservation for Sarah Wanewrite. During several more moments of conversation, Sarah was informed that no reservation and no money had been received for this summer season, and farther, the administrators had tried several times to inform her parents that the paper work had not been received and concluded she was not coming. “With some effort we can accommodate you, Miss Wanewright. You have come here so many years it is a shame for you to miss. Please have your mother find the application paperwork and just come on up with if filled in. Have your driver bring a check or money order. We will get you in for sure!” Sarah was dumb founded, “I will see what they have to say” was all she could offer before hanging up. Slowly Sarah wandered down through the house, one floor following another. Not a sole was around, not a sole noticed as she walked quietly out the side door of the estate. ...
    Outside she walked idly back toward the car park building. Inside she found her bags sitting behind her dad’s jeep waiting to be put in the Escalade when it came back from the airport. She stood there dejected thinking, “With the way things are going for me, someone will just back over the bags.” One at a time she pulled the bags out the door and around the corner to the old milk house. The milk house was a safe place to put them. Sometimes in the fall the gardeners would use it as a storage shed for small garden equipment, but that was all. Otherwise, it had not really been uses for years. The bags would be dry and safe there until one of the help could move them back to her room. She wandered back into the car park past her dad’s Corvette, his classic old muscle car, his Lincoln Town Car, his restored vintage limousine. She liked the car park. It smelled good. His cars were always in perfect condition. Sarah did not want to go back to the house just yet. She liked being outside. It had rained during the night, and it was a wonderful day. Things smelled good outside. She went to the back of the car park and started to investigate behind the cars and the many work benches. She was looking for nothing in particular, but just snooping made her feel like a detective in a good novel. In the very back, behind all the cars, was a storage area, and as she explored her eye caught an old rusty bicycle, leaning against the wall behind a large cabinet of tools. It caught her interest. It ...
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