"Some." He croaked out."Why are you cleaning my apartment?" Please let me clean it, Stan. I want to do something for you. I love you."Stan shook his h...ad. "No. Don't say that. You don't love me."She looked at him, a slightly troubled look crossing her face. "Yes, Stan, I do love you. As much as any human being can love another, I love you. My brain is wired to love you. Whether you accept me or not, I love you with all my heart. I'll do anything for you. Anything. Any thing at all."Stan sighed. "Where's Sandra? Still sleeping?" I asked my aunt. "Yes, I think so. She's never been a morning person" she saidlaughing. I reckon I can change that I thought to myself. Out loud I said "I'll shoot up and wake her so she can wave you off". "Would you? That'd be great Rob" my auntreplied. "No problem at all" I said as I headed upstairs. I opened the door to Sandra's bedroom and walked over to her. She was still asleep and, honestly, I'm sure myheart skipped a beat as I knelt down beside her bed.. Her tentative touches were driving him wild, his skin was hotter than the old forge, he was rock hard and aching, he almost did not think he could manage to restrain himself enough to go slow with her untried body as her tongue snaked out and licked the skin over his pulse. Bruni shoved the heavy door back so hard it nearly fell from its moorings before he stepped through, stopped, and cursed. On the other side of the linen drape, lay a deeply slumbering Kate, Ragnar lay next to her, stoking. “Ohhhhh – yeah! Fuck, yeah!” Sam spouted as he grabbed hold of my hair and yanked my head and continued spouting down at me, “Yeah, you nasty little white whore! Get down on my cock!”I loved the way he belittled me. It made me feel like he owned me. His breathing was growing ragged. I dragged my tongue along his black veiny shaft. His veins had grown large. More precum seeped from his cock. As before, I never missed a drop and licked it clean.“Yeah! Yeah! That’s it. Oh, yeah!” he groaned.Not.