To serve big, strong, aggressive men. Fetching beer. Cooking food. Showing off my smooth, soft legs and bunns. Getting them all riled up and reminding...them exactly what I was. A PussyBoi.I brought back several chilled mugs fresh out of the freezer filled with cold brew. They grabbed at me, they grabbed at the mugs. Grabbing, grabbing. Spank."To the six, to the five, the four . . . Touch Down!"I was tossed aside as the room erupted in testosterone. I carefully made my way back to the kitchen. The Mask also lifted his head away from her tasty slit his hand wiping across his zippered mouth hole, spittle shinning on the black leather chin. Stacey was able to pull herself upright surprised he hadn't come, though greatly relieved. The Mask still lightly had hold of her, his hand around her thin upper arm himself a little surprised by the big guy's actions. The slim blonde curled her legs to her side, shoes and top still on; but her panties now missing. The Boss was silent just breathing. It was the best tasting cock I’d ever had!Anthony’s body went rigid when I licked the head of his penis.“What the hell!? I wasn’t expecting that! Oh my God that was AMAZING! I felt the shock ripple through my body all the way to my toes.”I felt that he was giving me an open invitation, so I dove right in. Straddling his legs at the knees, facing towards him, I licked the head of his penis, making sure I didn’t miss even the tiniest of spots. Long strokes with my hand helped keep him steady. “Oh my brother knows I love him, he does the same to me, I'm just better at it,” Stephanie giggled.They smiled at each other and Chris play slapped her and they both laughed it off as we all grabbed our food and sat it in front of us. Everyone was looking at everyone else's food like they wanted it, since everything looked so good, so what we did was trade off food so we all had a little bit of everyone else's food. We were just concentrated on eating since we were hungry, but once we got a.