" Cheer me up," I shook my head. "I am a cum dumpster for an idiot and a punching bag for tyrannical genius. Nothing can cheer me up."Again Stephanie ...hook her head. "I know, you're sorry," I said, nodding."I better get some sleep, I am sure my master would want to dump his morning load as soon as he gets in," I said as I hung up. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ How I hated being right all the time, Kyle met me in the parking garage, first thing in the morning. Now he had me bent over the. You cannot bank $10,000 per day or more into your account without it being recorded so be careful if you get a lot of money.”The girls did not realised that they were not actually talking but mentally sending messages to each other. Which makes their talk very private. Other people just assumed they were talking quietly.Their lunch arrived and they soon finished the meal. Suzanne sitting back, smiling, said “Are all of the orgasms as good as that one?”“Some are good and some are great. It. “It’s yours. My ass is yours.” She was really into the game.“Good girl.”My hand ran down from ass cheeks to her pussy. She purred on my touches. She pushed back her hip to maintain contact with my hand. My fingers brushed the folds of her pussy. It was dripping wet.“Aren’t you a horny slut?” I teased her.“Yes, I am.” Her voice was seductive and she acted like a slut.“This pussy is mine too.” I fingered her dripping pussy. “And you belong to me.”“Ammm… yes.” Her moans echoed the room.‘Pak’“Say. That Saturday night Mary sat at home alone and drank herself stupid.On Monday, the week before Christmas, she informed me that the store wanted her to work until nine in the evening. At least that made it so I could sleep during the day. Paul and Paula sat with the kids daytimes and I watched them until Mary got home. They were wired with Christmas being close, and that made it much more fun for me--until I thought of the papers coming from Paul.I was checking my home every night and I could.