There was no one else in the house. The backyard was surrounded by a huge privacy fence. Hell, she didn't need a swimsuit. For that matter, she though... to herself, there really wasn't a reason to be wearing clothes the whole two weeks unless there was a knock on the door. She smiled mischievously to herself and quickly shucked off her shirt and shorts, bra and panties. Tara felt like she was getting away with something naughty as she padded out of her bedroom and headed to the pool. Making sure. So I lay down on the carpet, and held the rabbit vibrator over my face so I could lick and suck Anne’s vagina juices. I lubricated up the cock vibrator and my arsehole with saliva and set it to a gentle hum. Then, while holding the rabbit vibrator with my mouth, I used both hands to gently introduce her other toy to my anus. As always, I eventually managed to take it and felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction as both of my holes filled up with Anne’s vibrators. Knowing I had all day to. And *I* cut a banana up in my cereal." Oh, yeah, where's the dirty dishes? You throw them away?" No," said Kelly. "I washed them and put them back." With soap?" asked Richard incredulously."No, stupid, with the dishwashing liquid under the sink." No shit?" Kelly gave him a mock glare. "Sorry." He ate quietly for awhile. "Boy, Concha is going to love you," he finally added."Who's Concha?" The maid. She and Hector live over the other garage, he's the gardener, mechanic and handyman, she takes. "Whip me down the crack. Use a riding crop and make sure the end goes low enough to cut into my clitoris, please Master. I just love you to whip me," she implored him.Hiss ... CRACK!The crop rose and fell deep into her arse, cutting hard on to the well-oiled puckered brown sphincter, between the labia and the tip curled out of sight. She lifted clean off the bench with the agony of the stroke, and the Earl wondered if he had gone too far. As her scream subsided it was apparent that she was.