"George didn't give him a chance to breathe. "I think Michael, that my wife would prefer you to tell her what sort of meat you recommend."To his credi...t, there was no hesitation. "The mignon, perhaps?"George stepped back into the breach. "No, no. That's a little girl's steak. Stella is a woman. She needs something with substance. Something a little more solid."I just grinned, but I could feel the conversation affecting me. I was dressed as I had been at work. A shortish tailored skirt with a. As my hands were caressing her ass, I picked her up. She was now in my arms, my dick now waiting to penetrate her pussy. As we kissed passionately, her boobs rubbed onto my chest making me want to fuck her even more. I slowly put my dick in her pussy.She let out a soft moan as my dick went in her. I had picked her up and now moving her up and down. My arms soon got tired, so I sat on the closed commode. She was now sitting on my dick inside her pussy. She took some effort and was now going up. It had only been several minutes since they were supposed to be done, so Don let it slide for now. He supposed they had probably gone out to get themselves a little something, to celebrate a job done. At least, that was his hope, as he had trained this group personally.Daniel, Bryce and William were the finest group of Praetorians that had ever been produced. Mainly because he, the finest and oldest Praetorian in history, had been their mentor. He trained them to be solid in a fight, to work. Stepping out of the shower, bathroom filled with steam like a sauna, drying his ruffled hair. He had dried himself from head to toes but as he stepped naked into his bedroom with a towel, he continued to dry his well-sculpted body, making sure; his hair was nice and ruffled as he liked them. He was no super model but then no less either. Sam took a great pride in his in his body. His very nicely developed shoulders, toned shapely pecks and even slowly shaping six pack. His hands gradually trail.