We chatted out way through two coffees and a whisky each. Looking at the time I cursed as had missed the last bus home and with this Miles offered to ...ake me home as we didnt live that far away from one another. In the car we cahtted and chatted until we arrived at my house. Miles liked the look of the house so I asked if he wanted to come in and have a look around and have a glass of wine, which he accepted with no hesitation.As the first bottle emptied and I went for a second one, Miles took. "Please Miss Molly, may I wash your panties?" I muttered."Sorry, Dwooty, you'll have to speak up," Molly giggled."Please Miss Molly, may I wash your panties?" I tried again.Molly affected the same bored accent as Rosie, but couldn't carry it off,once again breaking into a peal of giggles. "But I'm still wearing them.Better come here and get them. Still wearing them. No, not with yourhands. Your mouth. Still wearing them. That's it. Made it. Maid it."Maria was openly laughing when I emerged from. I love watching Tyrone in action. I know he didn’t like Stephen very much. He was always bringing Tammy late for her appointments. This angered Tyrone enough, Tammy would go home freshly fucked, man juice running down her leg and splattered over her face and chest. Tyrone didn’t play when his sluts were late for a fuck.Stephen was not like Tommy. He didn’t like the fact that Tammy was a whore. I know he tried talking Tammy into running away from Tyrone but she convinced him that wasn’t a good. “I wonder how many times you’ve imagined having her on her back, legs spread wide as you finger and lick, suck, and chew on her tender bits until you make her cum, covering your face in her juices. Or about taking her doggy style, fucking her hard from behind while groping her tits as she bucks back against you asking for more and harder,” I teased him. I kept it up as I nibbled on his neck from behind, my hands caressing his chest. I could feel his breath come faster, deeper until he groaned.