" Why not?" Matt threw a bitch fit we ate all of em Sunday night. I had to go out andrestock before he started crying like a pussy." I wasn't going to...cry but I was pissed off. I was hungry and knew therewere snacks here." Here was about to get up and find something to eat." You can if you want to," Kris said. "I paid for the shit. Eat whateveryou want." I was," Colt spit into the bottle, "fucking with Matt."I did have to laugh. For a change, I decided to play a game on our system.I was right. We switched positions and as my penis recovered from our threesome it grew up the crack of her bottom. She pressed back against me and moved around in circles as I moved a hand down between her legs.My fingers gently probed the wetness I found there. Bringing my fingers up to my face I inhaled Sasha’s aroma. I put them in my mouth and tasted her. On the third trip to my face my hand was intercepted by Sasha’s hand and she took my fingers into her mouth and suckled on my fingers.“I want to make. The woman swallowed like her life depended on it, and then slumped to the side. Susy could see the twisted expression on her pretty face. Donna was getting off on Patrick’s seed. The same seed he was about to put in his mother. “Mom?” Patrick blinked as he let the pleasure flow through him. “I didn’t see you come back in.” The sight of her nakedness took his breath away. She was fecundity personified. Every curve accentuated with ripe fullness. Her olive skin touched with stretch marks here and. " Well, neither have you!" Emma replied."No, I suppose not. Not my own servants, anyway. It seems bonkers, doesn'tit? It's so different to Teresa. She isn't like a servant at all,thankfully."Anyway, McLean fascinates me. Did you hear him say he hasn't been a butlerfor long? What's that about? He acts as if he was born a butler. I'm goingto see if I can find out his story." Good luck with that," Emma huffed. "You'd better not let him see you withyour shoes on the sofa. He might report you to.