‘Alright. See ya downstairs.’ As she walked past Mike could have sworn she had a hint of a grin in her smile, as if undressing in front of him on ...urpose. Mike pushed it to the back of his mind. He was wearing joggers which were hardly ideal for concealing the result of thinking about that sort of stuff. He finished unpacking and proceeded downstairs. Mike sat down on one of the sofas. It was nearly midnight and he was relieved he wasn’t getting up at 7 the next morning and being thrown into. The two men watched as their cocks disappeared deep inside the young girls slutty mouths and they both looked at each other and commented on how slutty the girls looked with the men's cum spread over their faces and they laughed as they continued to face fuck the two sluts before cumming deep down their throats. Then the two men got up and left, leaving the two girls covered in cum and used ready for when their Master does get back which would be in a few hours and when he came in he was. There I stood, making breakfast. At least, there Melissa stood making breakfast, in my body. She was wearing my blue gym shorts and a white tank top. She turned over at me. I still was speechless. She smiled and walked over to me. "When you said you'd take my place, I jumped on the chance," she explained. "Don't worry, we'll switch back midnight Saturday, July 21st." Great, the weekend of the town carnival. Everyone was there. Shit. "C'mon, let's get you dressed," she said. "We need to teach. It aggravated her that her locks fell so quickly into place. She must not rush this! As she continued to brush, she realized her grooming was only a play for time. She felt the inner surge of her racing pulse. Her nipples now engorged to capacity, ached from their stiffness. She raised a hand to relieve them. She stopped herself, saving that pleasant task for him. She clenched her buttocks cheeks, squeezing her thighs together. Her woman's essence bathed her inner self. She had never felt it so.