I offered her the cookie, and she nearly snatched it from my hands.“How’ve things been out here?” I asked.She smiled at me and said, “So far s... good. We’ve tuned them up and they all seem to be ready to go, except number nine back there.”My eyes followed as she gestured to the cart her boss was working on. I saw, just over his hunched shoulder, a painted number 9 on the metal frame of the runner. Looking around, I saw the rest of the cards were similarly numbered all the way from one to. Not the Dad exactly, but like the Dad. Not the Boss either, but the Boss. The older brother, Dad, Husband, lover and I realized tonight, you’re also sort of our spiritual leader, too.’ ‘Too much! I’m just Nick. I love you all and work to have your lives be great. Please, no titles.’ ‘How about Honey or Sweetheart?’ ‘Oh, I can live with either of those.’ She kissed me again and we slept. In the morning we were greeted by another Jennifer breakfast. Healthy, filling and it tasted great. We all. Oh he did it so eroticly. I was watching Rebecca as he put on a show for her. She was squeezing her tits and pulling on her nipples. When she leaned back to play with her clit, I noticed she was wearing a black corset. When he was finished, she stood up and her robe fell back onto the bed. She was absolutely stunning in her black corset. It was laced up tight and making her breasts very full and inviting. "Get down on your hands and knees and kiss my shoes," she ordered him. "Yes mistress,. He'd always enjoyed their early morning sexual liaisons before she'd become pregnant and had really missed playing with her since she'd had her morning sickness from being knocked up with his baby.After Philip finished doing Beverly that morning and she'd gotten dressed and gone back outside to her work area, he sat there thinking about all that had one on in his life in the past nine months or so. He didn't regret any of it, and he wondered what the future held for him and for his family.As.