If this had been the Futile Gesture I would have simply put out different topping containers for the crew and let them add their own to taste. With 28...diners it was easier to give them all pre-garnished omelets. Bread was an important part of the meal—and grilled tubers. These root crops were traditionally potatoes that were cooked in boiling oil, but I had to adapt. Different fruits and cheeses and spices added to the flavors, added enough variety to tailor omelets to individual tastes.. “You were really into it last night the way you fucked us and being so willing, while having an orgasm with each of us,” Mark told Catherine.“You guys drugged me, I did not know what I was doing,” Catherine responded, hatefully.“You can deny it all you want, but your hot pussy sure liked taking both our cocks,” Tim told her.Tears were trickling down Catherine’s face as she reached for the waistband of her skirt. She unfastened the little snap, then unzipped the zipper and let the skirt fall. “It is simple. Last night I explained to Mom that she had two choices – and stay in my house, and accept my discipline, whatever I decide that discipline will be or leave. Those are still her choices. She can leave anytime she wants”Sumitra looks up with embarrassed eyes. She is confused.“I have to go to the office now, so I were done with this conversation. You two talk and decide what you want to do. You know what I expect” Hansa has called 10 times to far day. I didn’t answer any of them. My. I wanted to scream out that the only thing my husband does to my boobs is give them a little squeeze and that’s only once in a while. I wanted to confess all of this, but he did not seem interested in my problems. He was far more engrossed in making me whimper and jump. He had now left my stomach area and was massaging my crotch area. “Does he keep this thing full of meat?” He asked as his fingers traveled the length of my coral colored labia lips. Again my attempted answer was of no.