She could fix a small hole, that was easy enough, but the ones with huge threadbare patches would go into the scrap pile and get used as rags. The kid... were on the bed, while she sat in the overstuffed chair.The pay wasn't much, just few pennies a pair, but they could eat free because Matt had joined up, and both he and Bobby were getting paid too. There wasn't much to spend it on, but they could buy gum and candy if they wanted. Despite the recent meals they'd had, she'd learned that desserts. Linda was moaning and whimpering, and Kim was also breathing faster. I glanced to the side, and now she was no longer playing, she was masturbating. And I gave it to Linda faster, my hips and belly slapping against her each time I thrust fully inside. And Linda was really starting to go to town. Her pussy and my cock were making the squishing noises we were both used to, and I was sure she was making a wet spot on the blanket I had laid under us.“Kim, Pete is fucking me so good, see? Can you. Who cooked this meat, by the way? It has a lot of wonderful tenderness to it. Only a true lover of lamb would roast it this well," Zoe observed, while winking to indicate her solidarity with the slave girl. She liked Daphne and wanted her to get her wish. The slave was too sweet not to like."Aunt Dora. She used to be a slave, but the king freed her and put her in charge of the kitchen. It was a shocking reform, but it worked. She has everyone better fed these days," Daphne proudly informed. ” She knew this would get me going.On arriving home, I would proceed upstairs and dress in one of my many outfits, then we would have the most amazing sex. I have been a little vague up to now, so as not to get the reader too aroused, as this isn’t my main story, just an insight as to what got me here.My story starts when my wife went away one weekend, on a girls' hen night. Just before she left, she whispered in my ear, whilst stroking my cock through my jeans, that if I dressed up tonight, at.