Chapter 4It was a saturday afternoon and Chris was continuing his fun with his mom /slave Annette & nubian slave /whore Nyomi, who the fuck was at the...door he thought as he told his bitches to go hide in his bedroom. As Chris opened the door , Arthur said Ding Dong., laughing. Hey you weasel smirked Chris why didnt you tell me you were coming over? "I thought id suprise you & i know your pops is out of town so i brought my wenches over for some fun . Where's Nyomi Chris ?" I'll go get her, make. Of course, she'd seen much more of it already. More than she ever thought she'd see.Elizabeth made her way downstairs and into her sewing room. Everyone called it that even though she did no sewing at all. Phillip had his "study" and so she had a "sewing room." They were basically the same thing, just a retreat for them both, a place in the house that was totally and uniquely their own, inviolate. Elizabeth locked the door behind her and sat at her desk. After she turned on her computer,. Terry took a few deep breaths, then breathed in and held it. He licked his lips then started down the shaft. With Art as aroused as he was, there was no longer a need to hold the foreskin back. Terry's lips met the index finger of his left hand as the first five inches were in. Terry moved his left hand down and under Art's sack,lifting and hefting his baseball sized nuts. His right hand continued to stroke the base of Art's tremendous cock. Terry noticed it seemed even thicker at the very. I went outside to pay and almost immediately bumped in to Helen, Jody’s older sister. I saw her badge that showed she worked at the shop. “Hullo Miss,” Helen said respectfully. It was a school rule students had to address staff in the same way as when at school, so Miss for us younger teachers and Ma’am for the older ones. “Hullo Helen, a Saturday job then?” “Yes Miss, I’ve worked here for a couple of years actually and as the Manager is away today I’m even in charge.” “Really, now that is.