If you are a goodlittle girl we may give you some crust."I was getting tired. I didn't even try to fight it. I went into thekitchen and prepared their...dinner. I served them at the dining roomtable. I was told to stand at the edge of the room and be ready in casethey needed anything from their new maid. Between bites they joked abouthow I might need a pretty maid uniform soon. This day was going onforever. It was only nine o'clock but it seemed later. I needed to leavethe room to go to the. At 28, with a stable (albeit low-paying) job -- just enough to rent this 300 square foot studio apartment, buy food, pay bills, and save about $200 per month if I was frugal -- I was stuck in a rut. I was undistinguished in looks. I had a bland name (Jimmy Jenkins), a 10 year old Nissan with 111,000 miles on it, and not much else. Going to cheap bars and trying to pick up women wasn't working. The next day, I called my friend Rob to vent. He listened for 10 minutes as I voiced my. Talk later." I was fucking furious! I downed a couple more beers and then went searching for the nearest slut, to bang her brains out. However, walking past a bedroom door I heard a very familiar voice moaning, "Jess, oh yeah! Fuck me, yeah, RIGHT FUCKING THERE!!!" I opened the door slightly to see two girls. One was my Emma, easily recognizable, due to her awesome tan, small, but curvy, perky C tits and luscious black hair. The other girl was slightly taller, with a nice athletic body, D size. I looked over my body, not bad for being thirty and having two k**s I thought to my self. My 32 b tits were still perky. My neatly trimmed bush had a couple of droplets of water that gleamed. My pussy was wet, my lips were open letting the sun in my inner most self. This made me tingle more and made me even more horny. I was in a most strange mood. Then two older men popped out of the brush. "Oh! Sorry, did not mean to interrupt you. We did not know you were here, or any of this for that.