As I entered I came to know that it was the room for the cook and the watchman as it was not organized and the things were here and there almost nasty....I liked the room as I also want to maintain my room as a nasty bucket. I sat there and was looking at the photos of the watchman and the cook which were hanging on the wall. I went near them and take a close look at them as they both were very much handsome with average height and looks.In the meanwhile the bathroom door opened and the watch man. You could. What would you send?"Bren ignored her obvious discomfort. He knew she was just being paranoid again. It was a good way to stay alive — he'd worked the same way when he was younger — but she needed to grow up. "A request for information. Where were Esterhazy and your brother when Carolina took the Warlock out on that mission? I want to know if they had any contact with Lexington Port personnel before or after."He waited patiently as she thought about his idea, but he could tell almost. I could see her panty sticking to her tight cunt, maybe all this atmosphere had made her pussy moist.I sat on the sofa chair in the room. I took off my jacket and settled in. I signalled her to crawl till my feet. She crawled all the way across the room. Her curvy ass swayed as she crawled and her round boobs were hanging held by the bra. She came to me and kissed my feet.“Master, please accept me as your slave”, she said after kissing my feet.I pulled her hair. She had tied them in a bun as. The chores were so excessive that Harry could feel his blood begin to boil with rage. As he turned the paper over he stopped dead in his tracks. There at the bottom of the list in capital letters was the one thing worse than anything else they could possibly throw at him. “YOU WILL WELCOME YOUR AUNT MARGE GRACIOUSLY INTO OUR HOME!” “THE HELL I WILL!” he shouted to the empty kitchen. She was to arrive at 5:00 o’clock today! Harry’s rage intensified as he remembered his last encounter with Marge..