In the quiet of the afternoon, the babysitter's curiosity gets the better of her. She sneaks into the master bedroom, drawn to the parents' bed. She lies back, her heart pounding as she hikes up her skirt, revealing her lace panties. She traces the edge, her breath hitching as she dares to slip a finger underneath, finding herself wet and eager. Her other hand cups her breast, squeezing as she imagines the father of the house watching her, his desire matching her own.