I thought the food was being wasted.”“Speaking of food, Ronnie the cab driver called me and said he would be waiting down stairs at eight-thirty. ... asked him to get you a hot chocolate; is that ok?” “That’s fine honey. Hey what’s that track playing on the stereo?”“The group is called Fattburger… The track is called, ‘Everybody wants to rule the world.’ I have all their albums. They are really great aren’t they?”“Yes … the epitome of smooth jazz. I just wish I could get my brother away from that. Not that I couldnt take care of myself. I cooked for myself did my own laundry and never got too sick so I didnt have to worry about that. Well there was that one time we ate at one of my dads competitors and I got food poisoning for two whole days. Never eating duck in my life again. All I really needed to do was think of something and it will be done. Like say I want a pb&j sandwich I just think of it and the bread gets put in the toaster. The peanut butter and jelly gets out of the pantry. " "Then why are you trying to hide it from me, slave?" I chuckled. "Do you think I haven't seen one before?" "I...No, Mistress." My dad moved his hands away from his cock. It was dark now, straining with excitement and I wasn't doing anything he didn't want me to. "I think I should punish you." I put a finger to my lips. "Since this is our first time, I'll give a choice. Should I punish your cock?" "N-No Mistress." "Shhh…I'm not done yet." I smiled at him. "If you interrupt me again I'll have. . his rough hands pawing my tits through my shirt. "Really loks beautiful," called Ted from the settee slowly stroking the cock so expertly drained by his wife, "She is that Ted, a real 10/10, but you'll find out for yourself soon enough!" They all laughed, even my boyfriend who was quicky clicking away trying to capture the scene. I could hear Verna's loud moans as George continued to fuck her deeply, suddenly Geoff pulled out of my mouth, "All change Georgie Boy!" in an instant a smaller,.