" hecontinued on. "My girl has cooked an incredible dinner and should be readyto serve it in about thirty minutes. So, come on down, bring your slaves...orleave them, and let's have some fun." All were smiling ear to ear, chatting amongst themselves as they ascendedthe stairwell. As for their host, he was so excited at seeing his friends thathe could hardly contain himself. Ariel was bringing dinner to the table as the guests, slaves following behindthem, began filing downstairs. As each of them. Slowly I eased my cock inch by inch into her, shestarted to shake almost right away her hips jerkinguncontrollably “Oooooh God, Oooooh yes” she panted withonly half my cock inside her. Her pussy feltsurprisingly tight around my thick cock and I thinkeven Clare was surprised at how I stretched her open. “Fuck me” she screamed out so turned on she wasbreathing like she’d just run a mile, I grinned down ather then pushed the rest of my cock into her hotsnatch. “Oooooh. And now, a year on, Angela seemed part of the furniture.At the rear of the shop was the store and the astute Angela began to put two and two together when, each time a delivery was made, Jenny seemed to spend ages in the store chatting up the delivery driver she called Jo.In fact at times it got annoying because often there was a long queue of customers anxiously waiting to be served, but the problem was Jenny was her boss and it wasn’t for her to tell her to get a move on.But it came to the. Funny how you can go from having all the time in the world to letting it all slip away. For some reason, I don’t open the door, instead something makes me use the spyglass. At first I thought it was to sneak a look but perhaps it was some second-sense, a foreboding, drawing my eye to the peephole rather than greet my expected visitor with a smile and hello. Frozen now, blinking. Sucking in a large lungful of air. I shake my head, close my eyes, rub them. Then trembling, I look again. My brain.