May I remain?”Geraldine smiled. It was a tentative smile, certainly, but if this Negress were willing to shoulder some of the burden of kitchen work...Geraldine would be a fool to turn her down. Her assistant, Marguerite, dutiful and a steady worker, never volunteered to take on additional duties. There was always something extra to be done.“Thank you, Sandrine. I accept.”By the end of the afternoon, the two women worked easily together. Sandrine was a quick learner, observant, and asked. "You've got nothing to apologise for you silly tart" I grinned, "We're just bloody grateful that it was caused by the piece of glass and that you don't have any real mental problems"We let her sleep then and Angie took my car to go food shopping while I went through the last of mum and dad's papers, I wasn't expecting anything but I just needed to make sure there were no loose ends anywhere, What I found though changed our lives forever!It was in an old brown envelope and dated about twelve. Reckoned it made them relax as well as taking the soreness from their shoulders and backs" Dave offered."Are you serious? You really can massage properly, because if you can I would love to get my neck and shoulders massaged as they are rather sore" she replied.Dave just stood up telling her he would get them a couple more beers first, but really went to get his massage oil. When he got back, he showed her the oil and asked her if she wanted to put a bikini bra on so that he could apply the oil. ” I hadn't told the girls about this part; it was going to be a surprise, albeit a nasty one. “I'm going to have each of the sluts pick out one lucky stud each, and suck them off until they cum. The winner gets something to be decided later, but the two losers will suffer the consequences for finishing last. We'll take them out to the barn and punish them for failing to finish.”At my pronouncement the three fuck-toys visibly blanched, as they all knew exactly what I meant. The guys were all.