She is in a big white terry robe as I come in. She bats her big brown eyes at me and holds out her hairbrush."Will you brush my hair for me?" I can se... she is testing to see where the ANYTHING line actually is. Will I balk at brushing her hair? Will I do it grudgingly? Will I just take it in stride? I do the latter and taking the brush, I sit behind her smiling as I brush her hair. Taking my time, gently working out any tangles. She catches my eye in the mirror and smiles at me. I smile back. I jumped at the contact and swung my head to face the bartender that had called me. I then remembered that I’d been watching Daniel and his groupies from the bar when I’d meant to buy a drink instead. I smiled at the bartender before turning to glance at Daniel, who had a smirk on his face, as his eyes regarded me with the childish humour that guys get for making a girl jealous. I rolled my eyes at him before turning around to order my drink, knowing, from the way the hair at the back of my. "What happened? Did my choot bite you?" Selma giggled."No, my master changed holes," Mary said, "Ab woh meri gaand maar rahe hain (He is fucking me in my asshole now)."Mr. Singh fucked Mary from the rear changing holes at will.Mary sucked Selma's hard clit and pressed it between her lips. "OH MARY," Selma moaned.Mary releasing the clit made her way to Selma's choot hole. "AAGGHRR," Selma growled as Mary inserted her tongue in her choot and started to tongue fuck her."Y... HES FASTER Y... HES. As I stepped in, her face was almost covered in white flour, as were her hands, apron, and even her skirt under the apron. She pointed to the floor quickly explaining that they had pulled a flour sack down and it had ripped open, spilling flour everywhere. Being the 'low man on the totem pole', she had to scoop it all up to be thrown away, while the others went on baking. She had a large baker's scoop in her hand and knelt down alongside the spill and a large trash container.Immediately, my.