”No good deed goes unpunished. Fortunately, the nannies were the ones the kids punished.After dressing, I went with them to help get the boys dresse... to eat. While not babies, some of the kids did have motor control issues that got food all over them.On the walk, the girls were using the Molly Speaks app to tell the nannies a lot of things they hadn’t been able to say verbally or through other means that worked them. I heard one girl saying how she always wore skirts, dresses, or very baggy. I played with hertits with one hand, and then with the other, I quested her opening tosee how ready she was. She was nice, slick and wet, so I pressed thebegan to push the blue cock into her pussy. She cried out, loudly. Was it true that she was a virgin? Had I poppedher cherry with my big fake cock? She grunted and moaned, pushingback, aching for more, so I began to work more of it into her. "Do you like that, Rebecca?" I purred, sinking a hand into her darkbeautiful waves of hair that drove. “Whatever! You don’t have to be a bitch about it” Sasha retaliated.“Don’t call me a bitch, SKANK!”“Don’t call me a skank, HO! And don’t forget that you wouldn’t have a new slave without my help! No way you were seducing him by yourself, let alone carrying him up those stairs.”“Pfffft, fuck you!”“FUCK YOU!”They sat in silence for a minute as the pancake batter sizzled away. Zack made sure not to make direct eye contact with either of them. His brain filed this event away as further evidence that. We all rushed in and stopped the fight that was still in progress. I looked around the bar and spotted my wife Beverly with a strange man. She saw me and tried to hide. It was too late.I walked over to their booth as Beverly screamed, "My God, David!"The son of a bitch with her went to stand up and I pushed him back down. He drew a knife on me. That was all I needed. I pulled him out of the booth and took my baton and started beating the son of a bitch. All the time my wife was screaming,.