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“Baby girl, can you Babes run and get Mr. Bertrand some coffee and refill my cup?” He asked, holding his cup out. I took his cup and scampered into the kitchen. My bare feet hit the cool tile and it felt nice. I found another coffee cup and filled them both. I walked back and stood between my men. They thanked me and took their cups. “Baby, you can go get yourself a cup.” Tony said. I did want a cup bad, my head was a little indian woozy. I got one and then returned to the table, standing next to them and sipping my old coffee. Tony was folding up his paper. He leaned back and took a drink of coffee. He was wearing a white terrycloth robe and it opened as he leaned back. I saw his cock resting on his thigh and my eyes locked onto it. It was not completely hard but not brunettes soft either. It was big but it looked so different than Nate’s. It looked really thick and I knew it could get a lot longer. It looked to be about 5 or 6 inches as it laid there and I looked at the veins running up and down the length. “So Nate, you ready to talk business?” Tony said and my eyes snapped back up. “Sure, Tony, but I am really hungry. What have you got to eat?” Nate responded. “No problem. Baby girl, there are some eggs, bacon, and biscuits in the refrigerator on the top shelf. Can you go and whip up a breakfast for us? “Yes my queen, what about these two?” “I’m sure you’re a model citizen, Lara. I only wish I had a video of the whole thing to remember for the rest of my life. Both the girls cheer as Sarah puts the phone back to her own ear. I engaged the lock, and smiled to myself. Misty canted her head and swept back her long strawberry hair with her fingers, a sign of nervousness not lost on Sara, who’d been trained to read a perpetrator’s body language. “Sorry.” was all I could say. “Our mother has been trying to fist her for a week now so we can go to the kennel but she’s been maxed out at four fingers. As usual, when I am out of touch for whatever reason, my phone usually gets lit up once we land and today was no different. We stayed like that for a seemingly endless period of time, fucking and cumming until I had given her everything I had and my deflating cock slipped from my Babes lover’s pussy. He swore he felt himself get harder at the thought that she fucked like she sucked; graceful, indian sexy, erotic, etc. When she finished making his cock as hard and wet with her saliva as it could be she deep-throated him. I was confident though, and my cold hatred only made me surer. She set a cup down on the counter beside him helpfully and he poured himself a glass before setting the bottle back, her smirk ever present, curious, enjoying the brunettes freedom of not having his mother to risk her for her lewd behaviour, enjoying his embarrassment. Both women leaned over her and pressed her down. Reaching out she slapped her face a few times reveling in the pain it caused. If not for Erica pinning her down, Annabelle would have jumped cleanly through the roof when the agonizing pain shot from her crotch straight to her core, her scream muffled by Erica's ass pushing down harder over Annabelle's face. Grace snorted. "My dad is too busy shooting the shit and betting on the races to notice you're here." Hot horse cum spraying into me that was so voluminous that I was starting to feel full. old