Now... please..."Not one to be a tease, I repositioned myself between her legs and gentlyworked the head of my cock across and into the lips of her pu...sy. Shearched her back and groaned again, but this time a groan of satisfactioninstead of frustration. She was tight but very well lubricated, and I beganpistoning into her like a machine. Ben moved across the bed and positionedhimself beside her head so that he could rub his reviving cock across herlips. She seemed reluctant to pay it much. He’s originally from Haiti and works for the United Nations. Right now, he’s away on business. I am the Man of the House. Right now, I’m walking outside in the vast yard which surrounds my mansion. Watching my women as they work for me. It’s freezing cold outside and they’re out there working. Doing what I tell them to do. Like taking out the trash. Notice how reticent women are when it comes time to take out the trash? They’ll make any excuse not to do it. Well, not at my house. They will do. Sleep where you want." Steffi lookedaround the room, something was wrong, then it hit her. The bed hadobviously only had one person sleeping in it. No doubt the bed she hadslept in would look the same. She made both of them. Peter watched andsaid,'You are a natural hosewife dear." Somehow she avoided hitting him.They were looking online to see what they could find out about theinvestigation when the detective knocked. This time Peter spoke to herat the door while Steffi listened out of sight.. She would also change my diaper from the night. It was often soiled and it embarassed me, but there was nothing I could do about it. After she cleaned me up, she would slip a new T-shirt over me, turn on the TV, and then spoon feed me my breakfast.Luckily I could chew and swallow without any problem. And I could drink with a straw too. I remember the first day I was awake the doctor had said that I was lucky, because I wouldn't have to have a feeding tube stuck down my nose.So mama would clean.