Ma came by and said she'd let us know soon if we would need to make a fifth batch."Yolanda, how many servings do you get out of one of these kettles?"... I asked."Usually about seventy. I just took a look outside. We ain't waiting for Ma to tell us to make a fifth batch. I guarantee we'll need it." What happens if we have left-over soup, or left-over ingredients?" I asked."Don't count on it. Some of our regulars come in as soon as the doors open, and then come back in and get another bowl of soup. Fuck me hard. Oh shit. I'm not going to last long... oh just like that... pound that pussy... oh fuck... just like that... you're going to make me cum again." I took my husband's cock into my mouth as deep as I could, moaning loudly around the shaft. Within a minute, a series of convulsions quaked across me as my orgasm overtook me. Glenn was slamming himself into me as I came. Suddenly, I felt him squeeze my hips and bury himself 'balls deep' into me and grunt. I could feel his cock pulsing. Next day she again went to the torture room with a servant following her on his knees after having ample of rest and beauty sleep on her luxurious fluffy bed and enjoying best delicacies in her lavish breakfast served to her on the bed as she was in lazy mood after all the tiring wild sex and fucking she has with the stud last night, she was looking very happy, fresh like flower and fabulous in her red leather designer skirt, red leather jacket, red calf leather knee length designer boots with. .."She pushed me backwards onto the bed, crawling on top of me like a hungry tigress. I could feel her soft tits drag up my body, and the lace of her wet panties rub the length of my dick. As she grabbed the back of my head and bit my ear, I grabbed her round ass cheeks and pulled her into me. "Not just yet....you have some work to do, first." She whispered into my ear.She stood up and let her damp panties fall to the ground, exposing her sopping wet, hairy pussy."Hope you're hungry..."she.