She said to them,"My two prized bitches. You just want to make your mistress feel more comfortable, don't you"? They didn't respond but kept on suckin.... Apart from sucking and licking her dirty feet, she made them wash her clothes and since they now knew how, cook her Greek food. Personally, both women hated the smell of the food but had to put up with its' strong odor. Whenever Anita walked in on them, she could see the disgust and on the faces of her Scottish maids."Nice smell, isn't it?. I did not go too far and figured this needed to stop right where it was. Here I am in a great lounge, great music, great wine, and this beauty nestled up to me, hand on my leg, and my hand up her dress resting and stroking her inner thigh as she almost purred like a kitten. When the band went on a break, it was disruptive enough to take the opportunity to leave. She was slurring her words, animated, but not completely wasted. She held my arm as we went to the room. In the room, she insisted on. Moving on, the room, if I could call the place she stayed at, was rather small and messy, though she did have a nice mini fridge, I'll say that much. We talked for a while, watching some tv before I found her hands exploring my lap a bit, particularly my upper thigh. I couldn't help myself from kissing her, enjoying her plump body pressing up against mine, and we simply stayed like that. "I've wanted you for so long." She moaned out as we stripped, groping each other along the way. It seemed. Neither Mary nor Marta wanted the tether of the internet which functioned as ad placement and occasional e-mail appointments for their escort business. Marta knew Joe needed the tether, especially playing hooky from work. They found a corner table near a wall to keep nosy students from gleaning their intentions, preventing Joe's embarrassment. With naked ladies popping up on the screen, the most privacy possible seemed warranted. Sitting with their various coffee concoctions and light baked.