He waited on us the entire time we were there. He brought us wine and appetizers, prepared the dinner, served the dinner, cleared the table and cleane... the kitchen by himself. Tricia never did anything to assist him. When I offered to help Paul Tricia actually stopped me. She explained that Paul was her slave. Serving her and her guests was his duty. Michael, Paul wasn't even permitted to sit at the table and have Thanksgiving dinner with us. He had to eat in the kitchen by himself. On the way. ” I unbutton my blazer and take it off, folding it and placing it on the back of the chair. “Take off your blouse, Angelique.” It seems like a curious request, but he’s a priest and knows what he’s doing. I unbutton my white shirt-blouse and fold it on top of my jacket. “Remove your undershirt, Angelique.” It’s a tank top, but I don’t bother to correct him. “Take off your bra, Angelique.” I wear a bra two sizes too small to make my breasts appear smaller. When I remove my bra, they pop out in. In the bright lights of the sleeper, Sara looked even better. Cliff admired the firmness of her tits and the sundress barely held them in place. She pushed Cliff back onto the bed and unbuttoned his pants. Like a jack-in-the-box, his eight inch cock sprung from his pants. She swallowed it whole as he gasped a deep breath. She slid his pants off as she sucked hard on his cock. “Slow down baby, I want to last more than 5 minutes.”Sara took his cock into her hand and stroked it as Cliff unbuttoned. She had always had sensitive nipples but with the modification made to her by her husband, it seemed now there was a direct connection between her nipples and her clit. Sandy's hands left the food that she was preparing and reached around to the space between them and down to her husband's groin. She grabbed his cock with one hand and his balls with the other. She could feel the hardness of his cock through his pants, its heat radiating onto her hand.Chris had started unbuttoning Sandy's shirt.