Sylvia wound down the window on the Mercedes station wagon. “Bye Harry, goodbye Tom, bye Bub.” Cliff said. “What’s for dinner?” He asked Sylvia. “Moroccan chicken,” his wife replied. “I won’t be late,” he said, before watching as the Mercedes commenced the journey back to town. “Well played Cliff,” the club secretary noted, as he passed by Cliff’s truck to head for the Pavilion. ‘Old Errol loves his beer,’ Cliff thought to himself, as he walked around the back of his polo truck. His nineteen year old English polo groom Skye was just letting Llorento, the last of the horses free. With all the tack back in the truck, and the horses fed and watered, they were just about ready to leave. Sitting on the back of the Rover taking off his polo boots Cliff flinched. Skye had thrown half her water bottle down the front of his Jodhpurs. Escort Akbatı “I told you I’d get you,” she laughed. “You naughty little girl, you’ll pay for that,” he retorted. The lights flickered in and out of the passenger seat on the drive home, capturing Skye’s polo shirt and tights. She too had been playing with water. ‘Maybe she had wet herself when hosing down the horses,’ Cliff thought, as her wet polo shirt caught his eye. Anyway it was summer, and no doubt she would be straight in the pool when they arrived home. Like so many other English polo grooms, Sydney was home in summer. The eastern suburbs and north shore were lined with beaches, close to polo fields, close to money, and close to boys, or men, whichever you preferred. “You are a seriously naughty girl for wetting Daddy,” yelled Cliff, Aksaray escort as he now caught a glimpse of Skye’s butt, wandering through the Rover headlights on the way inside his home. Taking a shower Cliff could see Skye’s bikini top from the bathroom window. He watched as she lay on her back in the salt water pool, breasts upright, her pert nipples pointing firmly northward to the night sky. Soon the moon would arrive to replace the pool lights, and push everyone toward another Monday of commuting, suits, skirts and computers. He kissed Sylvia on the cheek before retiring downstairs to watch the last few chukkas of his polo game on video. He was bloody annoyed. The eight goal polo player they were paying to play in the tournament was having a shocker. “Useless,” Cliff said to himself, “I don’t know Ankara escort bayan what this guy’s game is.” Cliff went down to the garage to place the cell phone in the Rover. He knew he’d forget it in the morning otherwise. Passing Skye’s room he noticed her door ajar. He watched as she turned out the bedside lamp and slid into bed with nothing but her knickers on. He could see her small A cup breasts as he wandered down the hallway. Returning within seconds he slowly approached her bed. Cliff placed a toy rubber snake on her bedside table, before turning on the lamp near her bed. Skye rolled over, only to scream at the top of her lungs at the sight of the snake as she leapt from the bed and jumped toward the curtains in the corner of her room.“You bastard,” she exclaimed. “I told you were a naughty girl for wetting Daddy,” Cliff replied. “Now it’s time for Daddy to wet you.” The next morning Skye arrived home from the beach. She always had the Monday morning free from her duties as a nanny. She needed the break on Monday mornings. Polo grooming on the weekend was somewhat demanding, and then there was the drive home.