“Are there chickens in my bedroom?”“Hens, actually.” Seto continued to read his Kindle. “French hens, to be precise.”“And, yeah, there w...re three of them.” Joey grinned. “Do they have names?”“I’ve been referring to them as Burgundy, Chablis and Merlot. Those are wines with which my chef will prepare them.“Touch my chickens, and I’ll roast you.” Joey sat down. “I’m having fresh eggs from now on.”Day 4 - 12-16Seto woke to jets flying low over the house. He didn’t even pause to grab a robe, but. I had seen this scene repeated many times during my time here, and I never failed to be amazed at the difference in size between the small child being obediently followed by the huge water buffalo.By this time the elderly monk had called over a novice, a boy of about ten years of age or so, to show us to the guest quarters and to show Ute to his room also. The guest quarters here were, if anything, a little smaller than the ones last night. It was still a little earlier than when we arrived. I have to hold your hair, and continually urge you on. “That’s a good girl, Kyleigh. Suck daddy’s cock, baby. Good! Suck faster. Sweet baby! That’s perfect. Daddy loves his little princess cocksucker.” I am so totally aroused! It feels glorious! My own daughter sucking my big fat cock! I delight in all the wet, squishy, smacking sounds your lips and mouth make. And I tell myself what I’m doing. I’m violating my own seventeen year old daughter! I’ve got my dick in your mouth! And then I. A was both on-board, and on-the-fence about the idea; however the opportunity never came up. I could tell B was as nervous and aroused as I was that this idea/fantasy we had all 3 shared, was finally actually being spoken about. He had questions he didn’t know how to ask. He was first trying to basically ask me how to break the ice, since we all planned on sleeping there that night, we was hinting this could happen.. tonight. I told him to let A get me turned me on (which doesn’t take much),.