Tom stayed in Katie as they both watched, then he pulled out and with firmness in his voice he said “Now it’s my turn. Clean this hard wet cock of... for me you slut”. I did as told. When I finished with him he said “You’re not done yet”. Clean that pussy out to”. I was hoping he would say that. I went down on Katie, her standing spreading her legs giving me access to her pussy, moaning the whole time. I sucked at her hungrily trying to drink every drop of cum from her. In just a matter of. ." I managed to grab the bat and slowly stood up, stark naked. Theroom smelled of sex, sweat and cum, but I ignored everything exceptthinking that short stabs with the bat (as in that movie 300) would beharder to dodge than swinging it at his head. Clair was looking aroundthe room for another weapon. Maybe she could hit him with a dildo, Ithought, then managed not to giggle."This is my bedroom in my house. What the hell are you doing here? Whoare you and what exactly do you want? Be quick or. She sat back on her heels."What do you know about the theft? Are you ready to talk?" she asked him.He looked up at her, his eyes wide, begging, pleading. She had him where she wanted him. He will talk soon, she just knew it. Just a little more playing, she thought as she grabbed his shaft again. This time, she lowered her head to lick his balls. They were so tight and firm. She sucked one into her mouth and let it sit in the warmth. Then she changed to the other. Suddenly, a thought came to. ‘Hello,’ she offered a gloved hand, ‘I’m Chloe, the Anderson’s au pair. And you are?’ ‘Alan, Alan Marshall. I live there,’ he answered, pointing his thumb back over his shoulder to his house. ‘Nice to meet you Alan Alan Marshall,’ she joked, and they both grinned at each other. ‘I don’t think I’ve seen you before. Are you new?’ Alan was enjoying the conversation, Chloe’s sexy British accent was nice to listen to. ‘I just started a few weeks ago. The Andersons are away at Mrs. Anderson’s mum’s.