There’s mustard potato salad, mayonnaise potato salad, Amish potato salad, potato salad with onions, and potato salad without onions,” he paused a...d scratched his nose with his fork. “And if none those are up your alley, we got fifteen different kinds of macaroni salad, three-bean salad, spinach salad, pasta salad, fruit salad, Jell-O salad, taco salad, carrot salad,” he stopped, and took an overly-dramatic deep breath, “and if none of them floats your boat, they got just plain ol’ salad-salad. My own dick was painfully uncomfortable and with my hands bound to the chair I was unable to do anything. Slowly she licked his tool before sliding her mouth over it. She started sucking and licking and kissing his throbbing dick and all I could do was watch. She had been sucking his dick for about ten minutes and I could sense that he was about to cum when he pulled her up from the bed and kissed her deeply. I watched as his hands moved to her back and he unclipped her strapless bra, with. Some of the recently divorced ladies of good-breeding were desperate for masculine protection and were willing to trade their feminine dignity for steady income and strong hand at the helm in handling uppity servants. I certainly filled that bill, but I found that the vast majority of them to have a low regard for male intelligence and to possess a brain filled with resentment for the other gender.Actually, I found my new replacement in the oddest place of all ... a convent.Sister Angelica was. “Yeah. Oh, hey, Jack,” he said. “We’d like to get to know you better. What do you say you come over for dinner tonight, around eight o’clock?”“Well sure, that sounds good. Thanks. Can I bring anything?”“Maybe a bottle of wine?” Lauren suggested.---Dinner was good. Scott had grilled some steaks, while Lauren had prepared a salad and vegetables. The conversation went well, too. Scott and Lauren were really a fun, down-to-earth couple, and Jack had a great time with them. They stayed at the dinner.