I lay there, loving the feeling of her warm oily hands on me, breathing heavier as her hands moved closer and closer to my balls, her nails trailing a...ong the length of my cock. She lowered her head and breathed a warm, moist breath on the head of my cock as she lifted it with one hand to bring it closer to her mouth. She kissed the tip, and alternated running her hands from the bottom of my cock all the way to the top, her thumb rubbing my head before she let go. I was loving the much needed. After all, she wasn’t going to let her slave do his task unsupervised. No, that wouldn’t be responsible, nor any fun. So as he did the dishes, she stood over his shoulder, whispering in his ear, giving him little praises and criticisms. All directed toward his dishwashing skills. She made sure to reinforce the praises with soft caresses on his deriour, which the apron had so strategically left bare, while discouraging any sloppy work by some timely slaps and pinches on that very same tush. Not. The outfits Michael picked out for the two sluts were once again matching, although Fucktwat’s had to accommodate for her pregnancy, which Michael reminded her only happened because she was such a disgusting slut her own father wanted to fuck her cunt. There were tight tube dresses that were too short in both directions, so the sluts could either try to cover their oversized tits or their shaved, drooling twats but not both. The material was see-through, so everyone could see the cum spreading. "I've brought a naughty DVD along," said Simon, placing it on the coffee table. "Great idea, that should help get us all in the mood," said Rose. Taking the DVD from its case, she inserted it into the player and then sat back down again between Simon and Phil on the Sofa. Rose dressed casually for the occasion, she wore tight black leggings and a nice lacy white top, and underneath this she wore her sexiest white lingerie. As the action on the film got going, Phil gently ran his hand up.