Country club memberships, private lessons, exotic vacations, designer clothes. The best. Only the best. I love cleaning up after you. I love that you ...eave your soiled panties on the floor for me. A gift. A treasure. I lie on the floor and bury my nose in your silky panties, inhaling deeply. I run my tongue on the cotton crotch searching for every trace, every taste, of your days, your nights, your lovers. I love painting your toenails. I lie on my tummy on the floor concentrating fully on. Can you and Jack take care of it for me?" I gave them my biggest smile and waggled my tits at them seductively. "I'm going to go clean up in the bathroom as well in a few minutes after I finish some work." With that, I headed back into the office and saw the boys with their heads together, giggling and rushing up to the loft with Steve's computer.I made a big show of grabbing a bucket, mop, and headed to the bathroom, hanging an out of order sign on the door before I entered. I could hear them. ’ ‘But I thought that we came up the scenic route, do you mean there is a more scenic one?’ ‘Jump in, I’ll show you.’ He was right, it was better. The road wound through the hills and every now and then a spectacular view opened up before us. I admired the confident way that he drove on the sometimes difficult road and felt very safe beside him. We pulled up in front of the only hotel in a small town. Walking into the dining room I was immediately immersed in the ambience of the place, it. Their tits were reddened more than Tyler had ever seen outside of pornos, and their faces were completely smeared with makeup from tears mixed with what had to be a dozen loads of cum. One of Jeremy's many friends was behind Amber as he fucked her up the ass relentlessly. He was forcing her face down into her sister's pussy, chanting random threats if she didn't comply.Tyler quickly texted Eric, telling him and Jake to both get up here as he would probably need someone to back him up. Not.