It kept him from having three women angry at him.“That’s good,” Tom said. He wondered how it would work out if he ever started living with Amand...a and Terry. He looked over at Dan and asked, “How do the sleeping arrangements work?”Although it was a little personal, Dan answered, “I sleep where they tell me.”“That’s easy enough although I don’t think that would work if Terry, Amanda, and I were to live together,” Tom said. He guessed that he could sleep alone every other night, but he wouldn’t. Oliver had barely gotten home from a rigorous session at the gym, and seemed fatigued. He ordered the maids to run a bath while he ascended to his bedroom upstairs, shedding his sweat-soaked shirt and exposing his muscular torso. Truly, he was a work of art, with his defined muscle, chiseled cheeks, and piercing eyes. It was something that Bridgette had never noticed in her father. A strange handsomeness that she had looked over because of the blood relation between them; they were close. The feel of Harry’s lips on hers while their tongues rubbed together and their bits intermingled was a distinctly intimate one like no other sensation in the world. Miss Granger began intentionally squeezing her cunt muscles hard around the pulsing cock within her core to grasp her favorite male organ tightly. The rod responded in kind by flexing within her depths. The witch kissed her way along her lover’s jaw up the side of his hairline to his ear and began nibbling on the soft flesh. Harry. "I just came downto get a snack." He picked up an apple from the counter next to Rob."I'll just head on back upstairs now. You have a good night ma'am." Hewinked and sauntered out of the kitchen with a smile. Rob wasn't sure,but he thought that he saw a bulge in the front of the other man'strousers.All Rob could do is look down and shake his head in shame. He couldn'tunderstand why he had acted like a submissive servant, but it was like hewas locked into autopilot. Even though he didn't.