“Won’t we need …” Ana began, but was cut off by Carla’s, “… we’ll share – it’ll be okay.”A moment later, they were under the big...oak at the far end of the yard, seated with their backs against its retaining wall. They faced away from the house, and were shielded from the bright moon by the oak’s thick blanket of leaves.Carla weighed the two bottles in her hands and passed the lighter one to Ana, then yanked the cork on hers and tossed it into the grass. Less sure, Ana followed suit, her. An excerpt in a book once wrote, “He had a quality of masculine confidence that was a thousand times more potent than mere handsomeness. Perfect good looks could leave you cold, but this kind of sexy charisma went straight to your knees.” And that’s the best description I could give of Spencer. His built, but [still] lean body stood at over six feet, and had one of the most aesthetically appealing facial features I’ve ever seen. He had sexy brown hair that was perfectly tossed up, deep brown. I guess I need to work on my customer service skills,” Marco admitted. “That’s not all you need to work on,” Naomi said under her breath. “Qué? What was that?” Marco asked. Naomi hesitated, she didn’t know how much to say before his good mood faded and he was back to being the dark brooding chef, “It’s just that, sometimes, you can be a little difficult to work with,” she said rapidly, then flinched waiting for the recoil. His smile disappeared. “Is that what you think?” “Um, yeah,” Naomi. .. comes off real submissive.”“Does it come off that submissive when you let a woman peg you, Donna?”“No, not really.”“Look, we’re making our own rules for our ... House-within-a-House. If I do it – when I’m not in a submissive headspace – it’s not submissive. Anyone who thinks differently is not welcome. Any objection I might have beyond that cum-in-my-ass issue would be hypocritical. And before you get to your next question, yes, I’d fuck their cute asses same as I would any one of my.