I’d eat the breakfast she left me, then head right to her room for the first cock beating of the day. Her post jog thongs were the best. Different o...ne every day, same amazing stink of sweaty vagina and asshole. Boy, those post-jog thongs were powerful, way more stinky and danker than the thongs she had plastered to her holes all day. Her post-jog thongs were still wet by the time I got to them; I was able to literally suck the sweat and juices out of the parts of the thong by her croch. By the. "My house is going to have six or eight women and every one of them is going to be making babies lickity-split. Two years from now, there'll be a dozen children on my home and that's just the start."You won't even be the head bitch, Diane. I have more child care experience than you do and I don't know jack shit about children."He forced himself into silence and let her process his words. He knew that she had successfully fooled herself into believing that she would be in the upper crust no. She enjoyed the affection but still felt weird about everything else. She did not understand why she was letting Amanda treat her like a puppy, nor why she felt compelled to bring herself to orgasm as soon as she returned to her room at the end of every session.She took a deep breath and caught a whiff of Amanda’s distinctly feminine odor. The scent made her mouth water. She knew that she needed to get out of the room before she embarrassed herself further. Only in the privacy of her own room. Now it was short and virtually transparent, clearly showing her large, firm breasts, dark pubic triangle, and her remote nestled deep between those breasts.Darlene had no problem at all recognizing Paul despite the passage of twenty years. A 'bot always knows her owner."Hello, Paul. Welcome back and please come in. Lady Heather will be down in a couple of minutes," Darlene recited carefully. She was not going to make the same mistake again that might have been what had driven Paul off.