Trish went to say good-bye to the couple from the living room. Not much later, the couple in the basement left with similar good byes. Only Trish and ... remained in the now empty house, Trish drinking coffee and nursing her hang over. ‘How about those sausages and eggs, Sean,’ Trish begged as she got up to refill her coffee. The time was actually closer to noon and breakfast became brunch. I cooked sausage and eggs with some hash-brown potatoes. I made Trish drink a tall glass of juice to help. It was a push-up bra and made the 34C breasts look like 34D breasts. Her skin was light natural brown. I then continued to fondle her breasts and press them as she arched her body against me pushing her breasts into my hands to be felt more. I slowly brought my hands down to her stomach and made little light circles and she shivered at this, moaning more and then brought them to her hips and suddenly pushed her back into me, her backside grinding into my hard cock. I then took off my clothes. "I never had my pussy chewed by a female before. It was great!" She's great at sucking cock, too." I know. She told me you two fuck sometimes." She leaned against the desk. "You two ever take turns fucking the same customer before?" We've never been that lucky." He stepped close, pulled her soft eager body into his arms."Today you are." She melted against him. "Are you going to make me cream too?" I'm going to do with my cock what Linda did with her tongue." Unnnn, I can't wait." She rubbed. I walked through the gate, up the steps, and stood before the somewhat imposing door to the Baron of Spencer’s lavish abode. And waited. For a while. I was beginning to think the woman on the intercom had forgotten about me when the door swung open on Twiggy’s daughter. Twiggy’s apologetic daughter. The girl stood under a meter and a half with a thin, muscled build hidden under an elegantly baggy and thin shirt and capris of white silk. Her sun-kissed, slightly sweaty auburn hair was pulled.