I found two that opened up into stemware pantries and another that held the house silver. The linen tablecloths were in shreds. Ah, well. I made a not... to buy a couple red-and-white check tablecloths for the kitchen. I found a large beef steak in the freezer that would serve well as a roast. I browned it, covered it with a can of consomme and set it in the oven with a lid over it to braise. It would be ready by the time Jeremy found the place. In the mean time I filled a couple kerosene lamps.. I curbed my annoyance. I would let Miss have her fun but would extract my payment later.“Is the Slut wet?” I asked, stating the obvious.“Soaked,” came the reply and I watched two fingers disappear inside Slut’s cunt. She gave a moan and would have fallen had not Miss held her up.++++++++++It was almost as if I was hypnotised as I stood there and let the unknown woman undress me. The penetrating eyes of Mistress, as I had now come to know her, fixed me from a few feet away. I felt my jacket slip. ” I pleaded. ‘‘Let me do it my way! You will like it better and I’ll get you off. Don’t rush it.” He stopped and released my head.“Okay, Fag boy. Give me some good head. My other fag boy has moved out of town and I need a good blow job. Let’s see how good you are and I might let you blow me again sometime. I’ll even let you suck on my buddy here too. I don’t think he’s ever had a cocksucker blowing him.” I took a deep breath and started giving him some good long strokes on his average. That’s a lot of papers, I noted after the fifth one came out. Miss Booty smiled and told me criminology majors like her had a ton of papers to write. Before I could stop myself, I heard myself tell her how much I liked criminology, which prompted her to ask whether it was my major. I shook my head. Truth be told, I’m a civil engineering guy. I’m all about the mathematics in everything in this life. Criminology to me is a lot of nonsense, at least until you get to the forensics part, which I.