"Good morning sweetheart,I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed last night. You are a wonderful and caring lover. You were sleeping so nice that I di...n't want to wake you. Give me a call when you get up sleepyhead!Love J"Jim fell back on the pillow with a smile on his face. She certainly had it wrong about who was the caring lover he thought. When he turned and looked at the clock, his smile faded as his eyes fell on a picture of Sally. A cloud of overwhelming guilt suddenly enveloped him. He. Technically, she had finished her training, but this kind of cover asked for something more, something that could not be taught. A photo was attached to the file showing Trixie Wells, a dark-haired woman with a strict face. As per Jessica's report Trixie was a lesbian too, who selected the dancers based on her own preferences. Trixie had two helping hands, two guys called Jake and Billy, who led the security guards in the bar and organized all the minor details of the business. The second. They spread their legs and pushed their hard cocks and balls forward.The girls would have a hard time choosing their server (referred to as "slave") for the evening from such a delectable group. Tiffany, being the boldest of the friends, started down the line caressing each boy's cock and balls in turn. A casual swipe at their nipples while she grasped their member allowed her to judge the connection by how much it twitched. Her friends, emboldened by their surroundings and Tiffany's actions. True to her word, Chris did all the housework as well as the cooking. We fell into a daily routine that seemed to work well for both of us. Of course, with her in the house 24/7 I found little time for my toys. It was hard (no pun intended) to watch my sister do her chores wearing the skimpiest clothes while I had to refrain from what had been a simple pleasure before she moved in. It was a few weeks later when Chris was vacuuming the house that I heard a scream from my bedroom. I ran toward.