. . . . . .Celebrities were nothing new here. Hell, it was the main reason I even had this job. Big names want someone big watching over them. Here at...the Black Keep (inc.), we are second to none in safety, skill, and if need be; enforcing silence.I tossed the pansy onto a rough wooden table being manned by Mistress Lenore, his little cock twitching at my indifference. These pathetic perverts will get off to anything. Show them attention, ignore them, yell at them, spit on them, fuck their. Wills managed to beat his wife into the shower and wash up, and when she got out, she found her husband in bed, snoring lightly, naked under the sheets. She dried herself thoroughly and crawled in with him, but before Terry could rouse him, she fell asleep as well.They awoke pressed together spoon fashion in the early afternoon, and Terry hugged her husband’s arms around her and snuggled back against him. She soon felt his cock rear up and press firmly against her ass, but she decided that. “Alexis, Jackson is home,” She called up the stairs, seating me on a stool. She went to the oven, talking excitedly. Footsteps descended the stairs behind me. “Welcome home Jackson,” Alexis said quietly behind me. I turned, expecting to see the chubby, pimple faced girl I remembered. Instead, I was looking at a beautiful twenty year old woman. Her blue-grey eyes, beautiful without her glasses, looked out of a smooth, pretty face. Rich brown curls fell to either side looking thick. Dan noticed Abby and Tiffany, hands beginning to wonder, “Remember, Ladies this is a family restaurant. Please keep your hands to yourselves.”“Does that mean we can finger our pussies and make ourselves cum?” Karen asked, her right hand going under her short hem.“You know what I mean.”“You’re no fun at all,” Wendy pouted, then grinned, kissing Dan. “I love you.”“I love you too.”Their meals were delivered and the main topic of discussion was the importance of the prospects game to Brad and.