We washed each other’s hair and then washed each other’s pussies and asses, making our cunts wet and creamy in the process. “I’m so ready for ...his game now,” Chelsea moaned. At seven sharp, the guys were outside my bedroom door. “What’s the name of this game?” Tyson asked. He and Jack both had prominent bulges in their sweat pants. They were as ready as we were. Ty looked incredible, shirtless with a little trail of hair traveling down his belly and disappearing beneath his waistband. I wanted. "That sounded perfect to me."Right, you start tomorrow. I expect you to arrive promptly at 8 a.m.Come to the side entrance, for that is servants' entrance. Danielle, mycook, will be waiting for you."*****So it was that at 8 o'clock the next morning I presented myself at theside entrance with my suitcase. I was a little surprised when Danielleopened the door. I hadn't expected an oldish woman with greying, smallbut sturdily-build. Nor had I expected someone wearing what looked to belike a. I had to pry it out of you.” Michelle looked at me and remained silent for a second or two and then threw her head back, and theatrically brought her hand to her brow. “Oh, I am love with a serial fucker… what am I to do?” She burst out laughing at her own humour. “Fucked if I know,” I replied. We both broke into gales of laughter, tears rolled down both our cheeks. “Actually, I spoke to Clare earlier in the week.” She inserted this piece of information quietly with the precision of a surgeon…. I didn't know what to expect because I had never even kissed a man. I was hoping would get to stroke his cock. Maybe even give it a kiss. I had my fingers crossed.I go to his room and knock. He opened the door and told me to come in. I was attracted to him instantly. I was going to tell him he was sexier than his profile picture but before I could say one word he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me towards him. He started kissing my neck and grabbing my ass. I liked how his strong hands felt.