"Do you see that as something you would normally do?" I asked."No, normally I'd let you fend for yourself, but at the moment, I know where the coffee ...pot is, and you don't," she said with a laugh."Alright, coffee would be good, as long as you get something for yourself. Do we have our own, or do you have to run off to get it?" I asked. I hadn't spotted a pot out in the main room, but that didn't mean there was one."We have a coffee pot and tea kettle, and if you want to use it, you'll have to. Maybe a supermodel. That leaves you. You know you?re never getting this bod back. You could try to convince your friends that you?re really the Sentinel. Whoops! Can?t do that with the programming. That leaves only two options.?He reached into the bag from the lingerie store and pulled out two packages, costumes wrapped in plastic. Holding one in each hand, he let her examine them. One was a sexy prison convict outfit, while the other was a French maid?s uniform. Both were in her size, which. He started to stroke it. I couldn't believe it. I didn't even think about Sarah before taking his large member in my mouth. His smooth dick grew hard in mouth as I bobbed my head back and forth. I took his balls in my hand and played with them, and he was right. They were sweaty! He ordered me to suck his balls and I didn't hesitate. I took a sniff of them, hot and salty before sucking them into my mouth and massaging them with my tongue. He jerked off as I did this."Yeah suck 'em faggot" He. “He’s good at that,” Tommy mocked.Margo pushed my head away from Tommy’s crotch forcing me to relinquish the now stiff member.“He’s got some uses then,” Margo said to Tommy.I lay watching them fucking. Unable to relieve the tension in my own stiff prick, it jutted, unused, beside them. I was just there to clean up the mess. Tommy left after breakfast. Margo and I got on with the normal chores of the day, shopping, washing, tidying. Nothing was said about the night before, but I still wanted.