“The sleepover at Kimmy's?”“Is it, Daddy?” Leyla asked, darting forward, her breasts bouncing. “I'll make you so happy tonight and tomorrow ...ight to make up for my absence Friday.”“Yes, my little flower,” he said, grabbing her hips, pulling her tight. “I can't deny you anything.”“Leyla, take your father to the living room and see that he is comfortable on his recliner. Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes.”“Yes, Mother,” the submissive slut purred. Oh, yes, she was working out wonderfully.. They were expressing to each other their gratefulness, the wonder of the experience.“I still can’t believe this is happening to us.”“I know. She’s a lady. I understand she is comfortable with us because of her past, but she is still a real lady. She could have any of those uppity society guys she wanted. And she chose us?”“I don’t get it, except …”“What? Except what?”“Trust. Helping her experience things. Helping to challenge her into new experiences. But, at the same time, needing to be safe,. They each reached over and started stroking the other cock. Sandy’s hand on mine, Trish’s hand on Jimmy’s. They pulled our hands off our own cocks and brought them to the other’s and helped us stroke each other. Jimmy’s cock felt good in my hand.Sandy bent down and took the head of Jimmy’s cock in her mouth. Her lips kept pressing against my hand as she bobbed up and down on his cock. She sat up and said, ‘His cock is so yummy. You should try it.’She leaned over and kissed me. She put her hand. We drive for about an hour arriving a large country house, on entering we are shown to a room set up for playing poker, I am told this will be my room and I will serve drinks, snacks and get anything the players need, this seems to easy for the debt to be paid. The game begins and I serve the guys they are all polite and well mannered, the stakes are high and big money is changing hands, after an hour the guys ask for some snacks and as I put them on the table hands runs up the back of my.