It was one thing for Melissa to lose a lover from her bed to another woman. It had happened before and she had never felt more than a moment’s disap...pointment about things like that. Losing a friend, however, was entirely different. Her friends were important to her. She kept them close, treated them well, and loved them like they were family, even if she did fuck them at every opportunity she got. For two weeks she didn’t talk to him, which is why he hadn’t proposed to Amy sooner. He didn’t. You glanced at the clock on the microwave and noted the time: eight-forty-five. You debated on whether to wake me up or not, but you still made your way down the hallway leading to your bedroom where your door was left slightly ajar. You paused outside and frowned. You remembered closing it after you put me on your bed last night, and even though you were busy in the kitchen, you'd still hear if I got up and used the washroom. Gingerly you pushed the ajar door open to see if I was already. Rose was having none of it until she’d let him persist to the point of having the dishrag in his hand. As they washed the dishes together, Sam remained at the table, with that small smirk of his that she loved so. He’d known what she was doing, the old rat! Rose asked, in ever-tightening circles, the questions that would tell her what she wanted to know. The line of her questions had the logic of a butterfly’s flight path, but each one fell imperceptibly closer to the mark: Yes Ma’am, he was. ” “Yes Mistress.” The man helped her off the cushion and used a soft warm cloth on her backside and legs which he rinsed and repeated several times until she no longer smelled her urine. She then heard him wipe the cushion; he gently dried her off and pushed her back down onto the cushion. Angela was relieved as she was not sure she would have been able to stand much longer. “You are doing a very good job pet. As a reward, I will fuck you while you finish cleaning this other pet off. I will.
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