Damn i want that to be me.It was an expecially vivid one that i really enjoyed: a girl getting a bottle rammed up her pussy and ass. Hummmmmmm...I wou...dnt mind getting that done to me today!After watching about four of my favorites and ramming my dildo in my pussy, i was creaming, feeling good, ready to start the day. I showered tank top and barely there skirt and went about my daily chores as per usual.....no pantiesStarted to cook and realised i was running low on salt, but being me and too. You want your toes done as well don't you Pam?" "Yes please, but I'm afraid my feet may be a little smelly, I didn't have time to shower before I came here tonight." "That's okay, Phil will soon fix that, won't you Phil?" I nodded. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch that?" "Yes Mistress Rachel." It was the first time I'd used her title that night, and the ladies exchanged knowing looks. Finishing Pam's fingernails, I turned to go and bring some soap and water. "Where are you going Phil?" Rachel asked.. "A trickle of sweat rolled down my brow at the mention. It was beginning to be bright, and hot."Hows our little house girl doing?"Cynthia smirked, "Not good. She's only just begun putting in the Azalias, and the rest of her work leaves MUCH to be desired." Come on girl, you've got to really get in there and get dirty. Show us house wives how 'simple and easy we've got it!', as you put so eloquently." Margaret berated as I took her advice and dug my knees into the dirt."Its no use Marg," began. Cadee had to agree, although silently as her vision and thoughts were concentrated on how well Evan came through this. The opening punch while not catching him flush managed to clip Evan on the side of the head, staggering him and losing the psychological lead that he had gained in the first 2 matches with the first punches. Cadee was worried, as Evan was not responding as if his head was in the fight. He seemed….distracted somehow. Evan was reacting almost as an afterthought, not even trying.