In fact, it's great." He swallowed the first bite and took a second."The eggs you served me this morning were good. But short of burning them and the ...acon or serving everything raw, its hard to screw them up. Now if you can cook this good, why haven't I ever tasted it before?" Perhaps it's because all the years you've been coming in here, all you ever ordered were the pancakes and coffee. There's not too many ways to make a plain old stack of hot cakes shine in the dark. Like you said, outside. "I'm happy that you enjoyed it," I said."There was one sad moment though," he replied."There was?" I questioned, "What?" You never got your feet massaged."I frowned, "I don't understand." You never got your feet massaged so, you never laid on the bench," he continued, "therefore, I never got to see your pink thong again."I giggled, "You nut, it's not pink anyway tonight." What color is it?" Phillip replied, "wait, don't tell me, let me guess?"His hands were rubbing all over my cheeks now, "If I. This man knows his stuff. I started to feel affection for him.He fucked me harder and stroked me even harder each time. I moaned loudly before I ejaculated all over his hands. I felt relieved. And pleased, more than ever. I have had sex with women before, but this was nothing like that. Master quickly took his hands and inserted his fingers into my mouth, I started licking my own cum."Fuck me harder, Master"I could feel his cock was getting bigger. He let out a loud moan: "Fuckkkk," before. ”“OK.”“Did you just invite my enemy to dinner?” Jennifer asked with a smug look on her face.“What’s wrong with that ... I thought you all were getting along these days?”“We are, I was just teasing you, Big Mike.”We got up and took a shower, and after getting dressed, fumbled around to find something good for dinner for everyone. We must have made too much noise because mom, then Ally came out of her room. “What’s with all the noise?” my gorgeous mother said only wearing a pretty dark blue.