“Heck with all that! We carry the load! We want to be the Boss!”The Asshole said, “I’ll SHOW you who’s Boss!” and he shut up tight and jus... waited.Before too long the Brain couldn’t think, the Hands refused to work, and the Legs felt like overcooked spaghetti. They took a quick vote and said the Asshole could be Boss.This goes to show that if you can’t think, can’t work, and can’t carry the load, but you’re still a Boss, you’re probably an Asshole!“There are a number of mechanical devices which. That feels so good, take all you can, please?” he said.The moment was amazing, and I asked Jenn to stop what she was doing, so she pulled it from inside me, went over to Roger and started to play with his balls, which were huge. He was in instant nirvana and asked me, “Sis, do you want my load?”I nodded while still sucking on his hyper-extended pole of pleasure. Finally, I said, “I’m on the pill, fuck me Roger, please?”He pulled away with a plop, and went over and first licked me to an orgasm,. Well, for the rest of the pool party I was treated like Superman who had rescued Lois Lane from a burning building.Later in the afternoon the party wound down and the girls started to leave. Each one gave me a kiss goodbye on their way out. I counted 13 goodbye kisses in all. Wait a minute I thought; that means there must be a straggler staying behind figuring Tracy was not about to give me a kiss goodbye since she lived here. Who could that last girl be? I wondered. I heard a soft voice call. I’m almost finished, then you need to clean up and find Moira a dress to wear to church.She pouts and asks, “Are you sure?”“Sure enough, if you try anything more, I will cut you off for a week.”“Yes, Master.”She shivers, and I question if I should have worded it like that. I think I just turned her on even more.I get out of the shower, comb my hair and get dressed. The girls will take longer than me to get ready, so I clean up my work from last night and start cooking breakfast. When Dahlia is.