‘How about it? After work?’ George pressed in an urgent whisper. ‘N-No, I have to finish that work and get it to the photocopier. You said so y...ourself … isn’t that right?’ Ann defensively answered, hardly knowing what she meant by those words. ‘Work? … Christ, girl, what’s wrong with you, anyway? You’re hotter than a pistol one minute, and the next you want to put me off for a Xerox machine. What’s the deal?’ ‘Hey, anybody in there?’ It was Carl’s voice, louder and more insistent than. I wanted to rest a bit having cum three times since waking this morning. So, we laid out on the dock for a while enjoying the sun. Ruth got up and offered to bring lunch and soft drinks from the cabin. After eating a little, we started talking. I said, "There seems to be a few things we need to do. One is to get some more wheels. I need something a bit more practical than the Jag and with more room. Second, I need to buy fishing tackle. Third, we need to talk about Ruth's duties and. She slid her ring finger into her ass, working them both around, passionately moaning. She started breathing harder as the two digits worked around inside of her, getting more into it. Before she knew it, she was using both hands; one to poke around her ass and the other to rub up and down her dripping slit. I was pretty sure she had become lost in her own world; one of only sexual bliss and fantasy. I made the decision to bring her back to the real world, but only for a moment. I laid down. She had learned over the years to go with the flow. There was little real work because the machines did most of this. Most were controlled by the servants but anybody had the ability.The male was the servant of an aristocrat. This gave more standing to the man than if he were the servant of a tech or a researcher. The servant had to clean many pieces of clothing and put them away again. The cleanser when checked had no lint, dirt or even skin particles in it. The clothes that were put away were.