“Oui (Yes) Master.” She was a quiet, soft spoken little thing with a french accent. The master proceeded to order a fluffy scrambled egg and toast...with a cup of black coffee and glass of fresh orange juice for my breakfast. My favourite breakfast.“Oui, tout de suite Master. (Yes, right away.)” Sophia curtseyed again and disappeared into the mansion.“How did you know?” I asked confused.“We put all prospective girls through a period of surveillance Riley… where you go, what you do, what you like.. He shook it off and ignored it. He then walked through to the kitchen doing his best to conceal it his boner. He walked to find his mother just getting diner out of the oven."Oh I was just going to get you to come through" Christine said as she almost crashed into her only son. "Just sit at the table I'll be in, in a minute"Dave gave her a thumbs up and strolled through to the dining table. He sat down and waited. Christine came in her legs showing slightly as she was wearing a quite revealing. Now I just prayed he'd enjoy it as much as he did in my fantasies."Hey, sweetie," said Allen when I jumped out of my car. His truck was a few spots away and he'd seen me pull in."Are you nervous?" I said as he wrapped his big strong arms around me."Actually, I'm pretty excited," he said as we climbed into his truck. "Oh, really," I said. I'd half-expected him to back out at the last minute and be a no-show."Let's not waste time, then," I said. Allen and I were married to other people, forcing. I mean, come on, the guy outweighed me by over a hundred pounds, all of it muscle. Did I mention he spent a lot of time in the gym? He had the body of a weightlifter, the grace of a boxer, and the animal aggression of a survivor in this fucked up city that we called home sweet home, so yeah, he didn’t need to ask, but deep down, there was a decent guy in there. I just nodded my head and kept sucking, my heart drowning out the thump of the bass drum. Slipping from the stool, I let him take the.
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