Sunglasses reflect the light but not the heat, I take a sip of iced tea and try holding a book above my head to block the sun’s glare. My arm quickl... tires. I put down the book, close my eyes and inhale the chlorinated odors of the swimming pool. My consciousness swims in a bright orange darkness and relaxes to swimming pool sounds: bouncy diving boards, screaming children and swimsuits dripping on the way to towels. Sweaty moisture glazes my chest and drips into folded crevices of skin. I. I rose up slowly on all fours to obey his request and my eyes rolled in pleasure at the first blush of his fingers against my smooth ass cheek. The pleasant sound of his appreciative sighs filled my ears as he parte my ass to gaze down at my dripping wet slit, all pink and swollen from his attentions. My knees shuddered hard and trembled as he ran the tip of his index finger slowly down my belly towards the small patch of soft hair at the top of my pussy and then further, moving even more. Within its first year of being open, it’s head chef Jane Smith has been awarded a James Beard award for Outstanding Chef - and the restaurant itself two Michelin stars. The hostess stops by your table and politely tells you that the chef got caught up with a few things in the kitchen and will be out any minute. You thank her, and she quickly hurries off to the small podium by the entrance where she continues to take reservations for the night. Suddenly, you go over the little script you have in. Lara decided she would go upstairs to see if she could find a window looking down in the backyard. Lara hoped she could watch the teenagers have their way with the maids. It took her a bit of time but Lara found the perfect vantage point. All three maids were on all fours being fucked like a pack of dogs in heat. They were no longer crying or complaining but just staring off into space while getting fucked. Looking over at the other houses neighboring Lewis family’s house Lara was shocked.