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The Caretaker's Secret

In The Caretaker's Secret, a young man maintains the facade of being mentally challenged while under the dedicated care of his godmother, Fenelle Porter. Though she provides personal physical therapy and tolerates his touch, his godfather Sam brazenly uses the protagonist's perceived condition to engage in intimate acts with Fenelle. Unbeknownst to the couple, the man has fully recovered. He chooses a moment of digital intimacy between them to strike, deceiving Sam while finally claiming Fenelle for himself.
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Chapter 3

I couldn’t help but shiver. I hadn’t expected Fenelle to be so skilled. She kept breathing in and out, making soft, slurping sounds, creating incredibly alluring music to my ears.

Just like last time, I couldn’t resist putting my fingers to work. This time, Fenelle wasn’t wearing yoga pants. In fact, she wasn’t wearing anything under her skirt, and before I’d even really started, she was already soaking wet.

Watching her eagerly thrusting back and forth, I couldn’t resist getting closer and probing deeper into that wet opening.

The air in the bathroom suddenly grew scorching hot, and Fenelle’s moans began to grow louder.

Just as I was about to explore further, the phone sitting on the shelf suddenly rang. Fenelle flinched in surprise, and I froze in my tracks.

As she reluctantly pulled away from me, she shot me a flushed glance and hurried to grab the phone.

It was a video call from Sam. Fenelle took a couple of deep breaths before swiping to answer.

"What’s up?" Fenelle asked, feigning calm.

"Honey, why is your face so red? You aren’t playing with yourself in the bathroom, are you? You can’t stand being without me for just one day?" Sam said with a chuckle.

"Get lost, you pervert! I’m bathing Derrick! He’s a big boy now. This is so embarrassing!" Fenelle’s expression flashed with panic, but she managed to compose herself in time.

I was a little worried, too. What if Sam got angry?

"Hmph, his IQ is like that of a three-year-old. What’s there to be shy about? Just think of it as bathing our son," Sam said, unconcerned.

I thought to myself, 'You might not think it’s a big deal, but you have no idea that Ma is treating me just like she would treat you!'

While they were on the phone, I suddenly got curious, and my fingers started moving more freely.

Fenelle squirmed a couple of times, afraid to make any big movements in case Sam noticed. Her legs, which were still crouched, started trembling uncontrollably. The sound of dripping water echoed from the floor. Embarrassed, Fenelle tried to hang up several times, but Sam wouldn’t let her and kept rattling on.

Fenelle could only bite her lip and endure it as best she could.

"Let’s hang up first. I still need to finish bathing him!" Before long, Fenelle couldn’t take it anymore and desperately wanted to end the call.

"Don’t rush. I can’t take it either. Why don’t we video call for a bit?" Sam suggested.

"Are you crazy? How can we do something like this right in front of our godson?" Fenelle’s cheeks flushed even redder. Although in their eyes I was mentally challenged, I was still an adult after all.

"It’s fine. He doesn’t know what we’re doing. Just grab a toy later to distract him and make sure he doesn’t go blabbing about it!" Sam didn’t seem to care at all, and even urged Fenelle to hurry to the bedroom and get a toy.

Fenelle glanced at me. Seeing that I still looked as clueless as ever, and taking in my muscular build, she was tempted too. She got up and went to the bedroom.

I was beyond excited. The fact that Sam was going to join in made it incredibly thrilling.

Before long, Fenelle came back in, holding a large toy. She held her phone and asked Sam how he wanted to proceed.

Sam told her to face me and place the large toy on the floor.

Her cheeks flushed bright red, and she shot me a fiery glance. Her eyes were brimming with desire. Perhaps she was imagining that I was the toy.

Fenelle’s pretty face radiated allure as she gazed at me with a seductive, dreamy expression. While video calling Sam, she slowly took hold of the thick shaft and began to slide it into herself.

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