Rather than just wander aimlessly, I took over the indoor bar; it had the benefit of keeping me too busy to brood. Over the next couple of hours, the ...crowd shifted gradually outside, till only a small, all-male group was left, dividing their attention be- tween the bar and the television in the far corner. As the demand on the bar slowed, I had time to notice a minor oddity; guys would head upstairs, be gone for a while, then return to the main group. I shrugged; probably just looking for an. Don’t read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, or if it is offensive to you. All characters are fictitious. All events are fictional. Any similarities in this story to real events or people are unintentional. Jennifer woke early the next morning. She slipped quietly out of bed and started dressing. Suzanne felt her stirring in the room and woke up. “What are you doing?” she whispered sleepily. “I’m getting away from this monster, and if you have any sense you will, too,”. I looked up and saw it was my daughter Annie's pussy. That woke me up so I began munching. Oh did she taste good. I could detect my cum still inside her but that was ok. I munched on her until she had a climax. She moved off and there was Shelly's pussy against my lips. I ate her to a climax then it was Kara then Daphne.They all loved not only my fucking them they loved my pussy licking skills too. Then we just lay there chatting for awhile. Two of the girls had made breakfast so we all. She did some mental arithmetic. Fifty women, at four thousand dollars per month, that came to about two and a half million dollars per annum – just for ‘allowances’, not counting all the other costs! This man was seriously rich, that had to mean either oil, or crime, or both. She thought about the clothes in her wardrobe. They were predominantly suitable for a hot climate. In addition, the entire palace seemed to be air-conditioned – she heard all the time the faint hum of the system. What.