Real pissed off angry."What the hell? Cutting and running huh? Figured you'd try something like that. I've been keeping an eye on you... when I saw yo... packing stuff out here I got in touch with everyone. You have some explaining to do buster." Nothing to explain. I left a message about what I was up to with my kids... no secrets... just moving." That's it huh? Moving away. Running from your troubles." Well... lets recap a bit shall we?"I was getting mad."My kids pushed me away when I pushed. I gestured to Chandra to sit and write a missive to her father. She shook her head no and I was surprised. Angry too. I was still angry. That made me stop and think.Calm.I needed to calm down. "Why am I so mad?" I said to myself.Chandra just looked uncomfortable."Chandra, what's wrong?" I asked. I was trying to calm down, but felt like I was still a hair's breadth away from killing Steven."Nothing, Milord," She replied. She still looked like she would rather be anywhere else."Work with me. I'm. So, I turned around and leaned against the nearby table and Steve pulled my hairy ass cheeks apart and started to French kiss my asshole. FUCK it felt so fucking good! I could feel my hole relaxing and tightening as Steve worked his young tongue around my anus. "Oh Fuck Yeah". I kept saying, pushing my ass into the boy's face. Then Steve pulled his face away and said "Fuck me in the ass." I was even more shocked now at his directness and asked him "Where'd you learn to be so fuckin' nasty. Off to the left of the main reception area was the swimming pool. It was a mid sized peanut shaped affair. On the far side was the pool dressing room. The dressing area was sumptuous in its own right, with rich deep pile carpeting, sumptuous sofas and love seats, a sauna, hot tub, and richly furbished bathrooms and other privacy areas. In fact, if the party were to be interrupted by inclement weather there was more than enough space in the pool house to accommodate all the guests. As Sorrel.