As his beer was placed before him a huge rough paw picked up the bottle and placed it to his lips.No sooner had been placed the bottle down before him... before he commenced lip-syncing to the song that was playing.Unable to restrain myself, I asked, “Is this one of your favourite songs?”As he turned to look at me my heart sank, because he had what almost appeared to be a scowl on his face. Fortunately, his expression quickly changed to smile.“Yeah… I love this song,” he answered, as he scanned. Then as his Master with drew from Samantha, his huge prick covered in her cunt juices, and manly spunk Samantha had said, "Don't just stand there you useless sissy, go in to the bathroom and bring a bowl of warm water soap and towel, and wash your Master. His prick and my dripping wet twat."The sissy dashed to the bathroom and returned with the bowl, soap and towel."Well, wash us sissy!" ordered Samantha.The sissy had carefully washed and dried his Masters huge prick, Samantha sat on the side. Robert waited, sitting on the front edge of a cane-bottomed straight chair, until Mr. French appeared and slid the doors closed behind him, looking quizzical."This is a surprise," the older man said as Robert stood to take the offered hand. "You brought the receipts yesterday. Did you forget something?" Yessir, kind of, sir, uh huh, yes. I did," Robert said, resuming his seated position at Mr. French's gesture and trying to quiet his belly. "I wanted to talk to you." He straightened his already. The thought of Alison tasting her own pussy juices on the lips of her female lover was almost too much for me and I made a quick retreat to my room where I still had the image in my mind of what was going on in the other room as spurt after spurt of hot cum shot over my stomach for a second time that night.I cleaned myself up and lay in bed, the sound of music still coming from their room as I drifted off to sleep in the knowledge that my step-daughter and her lover were in the next room in.