I had a margarita, which Aimee prepared carefully, first salting the glass, and then adding the ice, followed by the green liquid.Mary and Debbie both...had coladas, which Aimee poured for them over ice. She looked at Debbie, who gestured to the empty chaise lounge next to Mary. Aimee smiled, and poured herself a margarita, and then put the tray down on the table next to the chaise where she sat.Debbie raised her glass in the air. "To my wonderful Master!" she toasted.The other girls raised their. I used the tour of the house to bring everyone into my room, without making too much of a big deal about it.Jane got onto the bed, to try it, as you do. For firmness and the like, and she was admiring my (rather expensive) bed linen. Harry , apart from starting to get visibly moved, shall we say, at the prospect of his wife and another woman in bed, was rather intrigued by the large painting of a nude on the wall. It's Jo , in the painting, which I told him.After some awkward small talk, I. “Cleaning my house, say, once a week? Maybe doing my laundry, or walking my dog every day? I sure do miss having a pretty woman around the house.” He added, “And maybe, you girls might want to wear your nice things while you are cleaning? So I could have something nice to look at?”“Well, I don’t know.” said Stacy. She was trying to drive a hard bargain. “How much will you pay us?”“I was thinking maybe, say, fifty dollars a week?” he offered.“How much?” Stacy said, cupping her breasts. She. I had loosened him up with my fingers and tongue that I was able to work my way into him as my wife held him hard to her pussy. By the time he realized what was happening the tip of my cock was already in.I felt him buck forward but my wife held him firm. Our eyes locked as we silently agreed where we would take this bitch. She had the wildest grin on her face as she watched me slide in and out of him. At first I heard some muffled efforts to speak then he started to push back against me.I.