I earn my money. I have to create, plan, and produce. My sweat labor alone is worth a lot more than I am paid. While I charge Robbie a large one a wee..., I insist on a monthly present from Tiffany's or Gucci. And at fashion week in NYC, I expect at least a few knock-offs to arrive at my door within a week of the shows. Naturally, Robbie's firm pays the tab.Last year, I netted big bucks from Robbie. He knows he's at the top of my list. He knows that I'd give up a weekend, or fly to places. Within a moment he had shoved his own hands inside the suitand pulled up the suit properly, shoving his head inside and pulling up thetab. Mere moments later Alice opened her eyes, and nervously looked atMike."Okay, let me in." Mike circled around Alice, pulling her back open onceagain, and with practiced ease he pressed himself against Andrew inside thesuit, stepping in next to Andrew, their bodies squeezing close against eachother, Mike's dick pressed underneath Andrews ass, both of them. .. so... you bastard!"It seemed like years before the thousand vibrating pieces her loins had smattered into finally came back together again, and even then they continued to jump for some time before she could get to her feet again. Still intent on giving her new charge a bath, she staggered over to the sink to get a brush, rubbing her thighs tightly together in an attempt to kill some of the terrible pressure that was building between her shivering legs."You - you naughty dog," she said, only. Jones and Mrs. Peterson. "I think I heard them fucking last night. There wasn't anyone in the guest room," said Ashley matter of factly."Dude, that's a little weird," I said to Mark. "If they got married you and Ashley would be...." You think I haven't thought about that?" said Mark. "Gonna have to talk to the old man about that." Man, I could go for a swim right now," I said.Abby pouted, "We can't come though, we don't have anything to wear and Mrs. Peterson could come down at any moment." Oh,.