’ She unlocked the garage door and carefully opened it, making sure neither Napoleon nor Gibbon lurked near the door, seeking an escape route. Marsh...a stepped inside, and Lacey followed. Napoleon appeared from nowhere right in front of the neighbor’s feet, and she barely avoided tripping on him. ‘Hey there, kitty,’ she said. She knelt a bit and started scratching Napoleon behind his ears. He purred loudly and pushed into the friendly fingers. Gibbon popped up from behind the couch, and waltzed. "A young boy sprinted into the room, a message slate in his hand. Skidding to a stop on the polished hardwood floor, he bowed."Flag message, Your Grace!" Thank you." James took it, smiling. The pages had taken to having contests, seeing who could make the fastest round trip, deliver the most messages a day, et cetera. The room down the hall he had set aside for the boys (and now girls) had a chalkboard on one wall filled with complicated stats. James was tempted to give a prize to whoever was. Each time she pulled this stunt Sasha couldn’t suppress her moans nor could she resist thrusting her hips upwards as she searched and yearned for Aimee’s tongue to lick her throbbing clit. “Please…” Sasha whispered pleadingly, her earlier fears of getting caught well and truly vanished. Aimee glanced up at Sasha pleased to find her friend in a state of such arousal, head thrown back and thighs twitching with each touch. Seeing Sasha consumed by such pleasure, Aimee then slowly lowered her mouth. ..I can hardly get my fingers in it!...Whenyou want to fuck it, don't go slow. A slut like me is used to having cocks justcrammed up my fucking ass...This whore's asshole is fun to fuck...Just throwthis slut down and shove your cock all the way in my fucking asshole and make ithurt....Then...Fuck this whore into the dirt...That's right where I belong!Fucked in the dirt! And don't forget!...Shove your cock in my mouth after youfuck my ass!...Make me clean it in my mouth...You wouldn't want.