When a few minutes had passed, he reached out and intentionally knocked over his glass of milk spilling it onto the floor by his feet.Hearing the acci...ent, Mrs. Clark spun around to see what had happened. Seeing that it was just a bit of spilt milk, she began to walk towards the closet to retrieve the mop. "No, Mrs. C., don't use that. Use this," Greg quickly replied holding up a dish towel he had conveniently placed on the table next to the milk.Without even thinking about it, Mrs. Clark. Hell, I might well also have you serve my boys. Yeah, you’ll have to be their bum boy, their pussy boi, if you will, serving them with your mouth and your boi pussy,” I chuckled as each of the horny bastards in my household lined up to bugger Jerry.“Please ... don’t make me take all of that dick up my butt! My asshole already gapes from those dildoes that kept getting larger ... it will never return to normal at this rate! Bad enough to be pegged and made to rim every woman in the family ... do. “Yes. Working out with a vengeance, and I’d say it’s paid off wouldn’t you?”I chuckled and looked into those brown eyes. I kissed her on her forehead and agreed it had indeed paid off. “So, tell me about these workouts,” I said.“I practiced with them in my mouth and I practiced with them in my vagina. For four days. With my mouth I’d practice in front of a mirror so I could see how much I was taking in. That took some practice. I’ve had cucumbers in my mouth so much this week, I feel like a. The first person arrayed was the woman Martha, accused of prostitution, which was a simple case of reading the charges, then remanding her for a higher authority. The second was Ned a well-known local poacher, who took a fine of five shillings in his stride as a hazard of his chosen work, and no doubt taking the constables order for rabbits, as he left the courtroom. The last was the gardener, contrite and worried, the local doctor actually speaking up for him, telling of his pending eviction.