Or is this a case of me being a woman, and therefore my views don’t count? That my needs aren’t important? That my work is of less value? You thin... I should be barefoot, pregnant and constantly in your bed to service you and do your bidding?”She was getting into her strident harridan stride now. I thought about what she’d said.“Can we talk about the servicing a bit more?” I wondered. “That sounds nice. I mean it has been quite a while since any ‘servicing’, as you put it, has taken place.”“Am I. I turned the volume up on the iPad and the sound of two men sucking cock was unmistakable. I glanced quickly in his direction and noticed he was touching his cock through his shorts. Being watched was definitely a turn on and I started to stroke myself for him.As I did, I looked up and noticed he was looking directly at me. I smiled and said I hope I didn’t wake you I didn’t realize the door was open. He said he heard someone moaning and thought I might be sick so he came to check on me. I then. . interesting ... again, not what I expected to hear. So what are you thinking about?" Holding one of those marvelous ankles in my hand and lightly brushing her cute little toes with the other," Peter sighed wistfully.On one hand, Peter's training seemed to be going well from what Peter said. On the other hand, Peter's choice of unbridled fantasy had Debbie puzzled. "But you are going to be working your way up Meagan's leg to her pussy?" Oh, no! That would be far too intense! Maybe I'll work my. He looked healthy, just really thin. I remember thinking that he'd be seven feet tall, if he kept growing like he was until he was sixteen or seventeen years old. He looked like he was already taller than me.On Wednesday, Grace and Jane showed up in Jane's Toyota. They unloaded the car. I helped them put everything in their room. Jane told me they had to go back to Bolling, to get the rest of her things. She said if I came, it might take two more trips, so that was the reason I couldn't come. I.