I had the throw rugs draped over the banister of the gazebo, and was working up a sweat beating the dust out of them, when I heard the back door open....Ms. Kindle was carrying more throw rugs outside. She returned twice, looking my way before placing the rugs next to the back door, and retreating inside the house. Did she want me to beat the dust out of the upstairs rugs? If so, she had a strange way of telling me.Ms. Meriwether was the first to arrive. She was dressed casually, and her hair was. You are my master. Use me, please”I looked at her eyes, speeding up. They were looking very lusty and asking for even more.I gave her my juice “drink this too. I have 2 hands and will do more” she agreed happily. She took my drink, which had no more than about a half left and I started working both my hands on her. I was careful to never hurt her but I was doing fast like there was no tomorrow.Basically, I was not working on her pussy, ass-hole and navel, as I would have to clean my hands. The next three smacks were delivered in quick succession to her left and right buttock alternately, with barely enough time between them for her to hush out their number. The fifth slap was harder than the ones before, the sixth hit the crease of her buttock and thigh and stung badly, as did seven and eight. By the ninth and tenth hit, there were tears in her eyes and clogging her throat so that she could barely squeak, and she hid her face against the seat of the chair.Charles took a break,. Charlie turned and smiled. He thought it was another customer. He started to make his way back to the gate. We both met at the entrance. He stood on the inside holding the gate, and I stood on the outside, my right-hand holding the baton behind my back.“What’s up bro,” Charlie said.“I’ve come back,” I said.“Well if it isn’t the pussy,” he said. Turning to his comrade, he shouted, “Hey Jack, the pussy is back!” Turning back to face me, I didn’t give him the chance to say anything else.I wanted.