I was surprised how willing the girls were to get into this. They really wanted to get things as good as possible for when the two grandparents came b...ck. I offered to leave, but they (and, by message, granny) seemed to feel I was still useful. I fixed the gate, adjusted the garage doors. I actually enjoyed the bits of handiwork I was doing; and not only because the girls would come past to see what I was up to and commend me and then give me a kiss. Not only because of that, but I’m pretty. "Alas, no, sir," replied Andrea with a sigh, still more remarkable than the former ones. Danglars immediately advanced towards the door and opened it.The two young ladies were seen seated on the same chair, at the piano, accompanying themselves, each with one hand, a fancy to which they had accustomed themselves, and performed admirably. Mademoiselle d'Armilly, whom they then perceived through the open doorway, formed with Eugenie one of the tableaux vivants of which the Germans are so fond.. The man stood up and undressed slowly while he stared down at me. He was a good looking man in his mid thirties and he had a good body. I watched him undress. I noticed that I didn't feel anything. I wasn't afraid or embarrassed. I was just impatient. I wanted to do this and get it over with and get to work.As soon as he was naked he got on the bed and ordered me to suck him off. I got to my knees and took his cock into my mouth. It was just another average cock, no big deal. But he had. He grabbs my knee and throws it to the side of the bed so my legs are now spread wide. "Do you think he'd be proud that you were getting wet to these women?!" he demands now, placing a hand on my exposed pussy. It's dripping from the pictures I'd just been masturbating to. I blush, looking away. "No..." Don't look away from me, you whore! You look me in the eyes!" he yells and I snap my head up to look at him, still blushing. Suddenly, he inserts two (wet from my own juices) fingers inside of.