I’ve been laying here for hours. Aren’t you done yet?? I ask, my voice pouting. You shake your head in annoyance and stand, putting the brush do...n on the table next to you. Crossing the room you stand over me.?Why do I put up with you girl? Hmmmm. Of course I’m not done yet. It takes time to create a portrait.? You inform me as I smile up at you softly. ?But My eyes are a bit tired and I could use a little break I suppose? You muse. Your hand slides slowly over my exposed inner thigh and I. I always told him yes with a smile, and it was true! I absolutely adored the attention because I didn't get it anywhere else, and I loved the special treatment, and it felt amazing to have physical contact. Sometimes while getting my shoulder rubs, I would feel his huge body press against mine, his crotch at the level of my back, or often at my head when I was sitting in from of him. But I idolized him, he could do nothing wrong, and I accepted this as normal.After sometime, he started rubbing. We'd spent all morning making sure there was nothing at all to hint of our activities, I'd slept alone the previous night anyway, so I moved all my clothes into that bedroom, as well as taking my shaving gear, toothpaste, etc, etc, into the en suite bathroom.All evidence of drugs was well hidden in a locked brief case in my room, along with the sex toys the girls had bought, we'd even gone to the trouble of hiring another car to park in the driveway, so he'd think I was doing my own thing.We. Sinara stood there with the broom and the dustpan full of broken glass. I took them from her, and dumped the glass into the garbage can. I put them away while she washed her hands, and then I did the same.I held Sinara's hand as we walked to the table, and I then pulled the chairs out for all of them. As they sat, I kissed each of them passionately and then sat myself.The girls watched Sarla and I use the utensils, and then they followed suit. I watched as they smelled the food, and I asked,.