Sound good?”I said, “Yes, sir, but I’ll have to look up his address.”He said, “Text coming at you, Deena, and we’ll see you in the morning... Bonus points for you if you bring donuts!”I said, “Thank you, sir, it’ll be home-made brownies, and we’ll see you in the morning!”Text to Abby: “Be at our house at 7:30. We need to put you in uniform, brew coffee, and get donuts. We’re going, too, and for the same reason.”Abby’s text: Smiley-face, and “Got it, sister!”Andre Thibodeaux’s turn:I got a good. Perhaps subconsciously I wanted to get caught.I stroked the length of my slick cock as I watched several men and women mate in some very imaginative ways. I had been at it for about twenty minutes when a voice from behind my right shoulder said, "Dad, do you want some help with that?" I believe I may have had a very brief out-of-body experience at that instant."Wow, look at them go at it," she said, as she pointed at the screen. "Now those people have the right idea. I sure would love to be in. So i began manipulating myoversized clitty, trying my best to employ the techniques andtraining that Domina Andrea had imparted so as to not let Her(and myself) down. To my own surprise, i found that the trainingmust have taken even better than i had realized, for i was ableto continue to suppress even the slightest rise of my member.Continuing to manipulate it, i just hoped that my relief did notshow and thus give away the fact that i had been at least alittle unsure of my control. That. ” Mr. Burton snapped the pocket watch shut. “Where have you performed domestic service prior?” “Nowhere as of yet, but she can both read and write and is unafraid of hard work,” Kathleen said. “And can she speak?” Mr. Burton asked. Rose blushed. “Yes, I can speak quite well.” Mr. Burton snorted. “My dear girl, the first rule of working in this household is that you give simple answers when asked a question. Do not say anything more when “Yes, Sir” or “No, Madam” is perfectly sufficient. Do you.