“Welcome to the whore house. My name is Chris, and yours is Joseph, right?” the second guy said in perfect American English.“Call me Joe. You’...e American?”“Yep. Born in Philadelphia, raised in Texas, but for the past three years, I’ve been working here. Do you like the scenery?”“Fuck yeah. Is that all it is, though?”“What?”“Scenery.”“Yes and no. These bitches are all owned by us, the male voices. You can’t fuck any of them unless the one who owns them allows it, but we generally will say okay. "Thank you, Arnault." He retreated."Do they give everybody a Caesar no matter what they order?" No. I took the liberty. I know your tastes so I would like you to give me the opportunity to take you through this experience the way you have taken me through, other experiences."He smiled.I smiled.Arnault would have smiled had he still been here.Most of the men, boys, I knew would not have smiled. They would not be content to let a woman take charge like that."It's very good Caesar Salad," said. “ Stop pull out I want you in my mouth I want you to cum in my mouth”I pulled out of her arse she turned round sat on the bench and hungrily gobbled on my penis licking and sucking her juices off it, I was so horny I soon shot my load into her mouth.She held my cock in her lips while she skilfully swallowed my cum, she stood up and we kissed she pulled her now soaking wet jodhpurs up and did them up, then she bent down and pulled my tights back up tucking my cock inside and pulling them tight. Leif paid attention to the details. It was what made him a prized companion, despite his antics. He had been in residence for over a year at this point and everyone had become accustomed to being wary of anything that seemed remotely suspicious. It had taken months of planning and careful choreography on Leif’s part. He also enlisted the help of five other companions, two of whom were still directly involved in the Order, and the last key member: Laurie. Sir Glen had nearly a hundred entire.