“Go and get our food slut, we are hungry!”With her big brown eyes welling up she quickly scurried away into the kitchen before wheeling a serving ...rolley back into the dining room. Gaby was generally ignored for the remainder of the evening until the final serving of coffee as she leant over to pour coffee for all the guests. Sheba, one of the shemale guests knocked her arm deliberately and the coffee spilt onto the table.“What are you doing you silly little bitch?” Sheba screamed and Gaby. You are to type exactly what you see.?Diane was a little put out. How could anyone who made mistakes in spelling. Wish for those mistakes to be left unaltered? Surely she should be watching grammar and spelling?The old lady said it was not necessary. But her tone, regardless of the smile. Told her that she was expected to obey. Spelling mistakes would be kept in, and so would any grammatical errors.Obviously. They had reasons for this that Diane was not aware of.Using the old typewriter was bad. Mary grinned and she openly stared at my cock. When Cadera saw this she asked me to ignore her friend, saying that she’d not seen much hard cock of late because the Chef only worked in his kitchen and both the pool boy and maintenance man were gay.With my exposure complete and the presence of Cadera’s hand ensuring I kept fully hard I plucked up the courage to ask if they would be stripping off too. Cadera, who was now clearly the influential one of the pair laughed again and suggested it was. The air was full of the smell of coffee and bacon, and though this would normally stir my appetite, I was completely distracted by my thoughts.My reverie was dispelled by a sharp yell from Uncle Dick, warning me to get myself downstairs for breakfast or he would throw it out. I brushed my teeth quickly, pulled on my usual shorts and t-shirt, and started down the stairs. I was in agony with every step. I could not imagine how to face Aunt Jane. In retrospect, I seemed to have no problem in.