"Where's me sugar?" Moira asked loudly."Yer don't 'ave sugar," Abigail replied, just as loudly."Ah wan' sugar," Moira snapped and Abigail scowled and ...alked to the front of the café to get a small bowl of sugar and put it down with a bang on the table. Moira, holding a cup of tea, bashed it into Abigail's hand as she leant over, then cried out as the hot tea went over her, her cake and Abigail. "Yer clumsy fool! Look what you've done," she spat and Pauline strode down the café with a tea. I fell into a nice rhythm of writing and cleaning Daddy’s cock when Daddy told me he had to get something from his toolbox. I scooted back so Daddy could get up from the couch, and I felt that familiar mixture of anticipation and dread. I continued to write in Daddy’s absence making sure the lines were straight and uniform. When Daddy returned something hung from his grasp, but I didn’t want to look. When Daddy sat back down, he ordered me to turn away from him, but to continue writing. The. I enjoyed the small climaxes he gave me but they were unnecessary. An eight-incher had reamed and plundered my crotch after lunch as part of client-satisfaction protocol, ie, to make a big sale. My dinner partner carried a thick seven-incher which had deep-fucked me to several good ones too. But they were not there to give me a little pre-sleep relaxation. That’s what my husband was for and he knew it.He gets to fuck me on Sundays, holidays, and special ones like his birthday. Otherwise my. "The thing is that you two as well as being team leaders have also really been the head girls in the house. I think that has worked well and that we ought to have someone to gaffer the new house in the same way. Do you?"Molly and Jane nodded."Who? I can't believe you two would want to split."There was no need for discussion or even enquiring glances. "No," they both said."Well then, who should we ask? We can't ask any of the other four originals. They would never want to leave their families.".