Do you think of me as a servant? Yourmaid?" I asked, rather loudly. "I do the cleaning, and cooking. What doyou do? I'll tell you what, I've set out t...e makings for dinner, youcan cook tonight!" I'm not hungry," he responded."I didn't ask if you were hungry. If you're not going to eat, I'll justask Rick over." I'm not the maid! I'm not cooking for him!" Oh? I think you had better. I wouldn't want to be in your shoes if Iask him over and you haven't done as I asked. As for being the maid, Ican. In no time he was stiff and he has gotten my nipples extremely hard my the extensive pinching. I then went over and sat on his chest and bent over and was slowly sucking his cock, licking and playing with his balls and I could soon taste pre-cum in my mouth.. I then got up and adjusted my self on his crouch and he then thrusted his cock into my cunt hard without much warning and without a condom, No wonder he asked if I was on the pill because obviously no one would wear a condom. He was gently. Shoes and the rest of her uniform soon added to the growing pile at her feet. While automatically unhooking her bra, she barely noticed Darius kneeling at her side, almost reverently tugging off her practical, white cotton panties. The moment they reached her feet, she approached the table, her waiting altar, and slipped between to of the big leather chairs serving as its acolytes. When her pale, bare thighs came to rest against the edge of the dark brown surface , she paused to study this. There were bound to be a couple of guys who couldn't handle the new regime. I'm almost willing to bet who the two are," she said."Enlighten me." Foster and Mittenburg," she said. "They were pretty thick with Walter. It'll be interesting to see if I'm right. I wouldn't put it past Walter to stir up trouble, either. He's probably pissed that he couldn't make his suit stick."I nodded. That made sense. I might have to call Rand Metzler again if this was going to be an ongoing problem.It was two.