"Will there be anything else, Mistress Tate?" Thank you, Cecilia, that will be all for now," she informed him."Heather and I have a lot to discuss, an... I'm sure you have work to do.If we need you, I'll ring." Yes, Mistress Tate," he curtseyed again, understanding that he hadbeen dismissed to do the housework. As he left the room pushing thetrolley, he could hear them giggling.He was just finishing clean-up in the kitchen when he heard the bellring. He dried his hands on a cloth near the oven,. There must be 20 different kinds. You park your car. You take a number. You wait 15 minutes to a half hour no matter what time or day of the week it is and then you have your own counter person to get whatever bread you want. And you can take as long as you want. There are guys behind the counter who have worked there for 20 years. And there are girls still in high school, making a few bucks after school and on weekends. But they all love to serve people. And they all love their bread. You ask. I saw her trying to pull you off to do some more," I asked him.In a whisper he said, "Maybe you should do her again David. First I couldn't even get inside her. She went over and screwed you. When she came back her pussy was really soaked. She got me in her a bit and then pulled off because I am a lot bigger than you. I looked at my dick and saw it had your cum on it. That is fucking gross. I told her too." When the light hit you two your dick was all up inside her," I said.He interrupted with,. Then she yelled back to me. I opened the door, to see her sitting on the pot, and she pointed out we had no toilet paper. I ran downstairs and got some and brought it back to her. I went to put it on the floor by the door so she could retrieve it, but she quickly pointed out how tough that might be in her state. So I walked over to her and handed it to her. I was standing directly over her and could see her pussy. I tried not to stare, but she made a comment about me taking a picture to last.