“Grandma, did my slave perform to your satisfaction?” Asked Tricia.“He was ok, he needs more training!” Replied Cindy.“Tricia, I want you an... Chad to call your mom. Tell them Mr. Anxious here came up early and misjudged the roads, they’re slipperier than he thought. Your going to stay the night and come home tomorrow when Chad’s sure the roads will be clean.” I instructed her.“Chad, you will back up Tricia’s story completely, you will be polite and courteous, a perfect gentleman. You will. "Vivian, sit down and have some breakfast," said Walt after a few moments. I guess he expected me to do that without being asked but I was being careful. Anyway, by then, he was limp.Cynthia, meanwhile, had served me a heaping stack of pancakes. At the same time she pushed a tub of butter, a rack of assorted syrups, a fruit mix of strawberries, blueberries, peaches, and a bowl of fresh whipped cream within reach. Then she held my shoulder for a second and told me to dig in."I was telling Vivian. He girded myself for the onslaught from Taylor he thought might go with the morning call and her reaction the night before, and headed for the patio.Murph and Ron were tending bar, and Cindy was again wearing her sexy little waitress or maid uniform with the very short skirt and nothing on beneath. Dave got a kiss from Cindy and his usual glass of white wine over ice and a pussy flash.Instead of waiting for Taylor to come to him, Dave went looking for her in the nursery. She was still tending a. . Not a word” she said, her smile returning.She lent back on the sofa and to my surprise she widened her legs which forced her skirt to ride up around her waist, I was surprised at her actions, she looked me in the eye waiting for my reaction and could see exactly where my gaze was directed.It was now evident that she was wearing a thong as I could see the string disappear up her crack, they were small and clear evidence of her hidden pubes and labia lips through the thin fabric, my cock was.