“It’s a beautiful house.” My mom said as she looked up towards the chandelier. “Yes. Mrs Robertson takes great pride in it. She designed it herself you know. Fourteen Bedrooms, seven bathrooms and two kitchens.” Mr Berkley replied looking as if he just announced the Queen’s arrival. I noticed the echo immediately after he spoke. It sounded like a great hall where musicians would perform. “You will both be staying in the servant’s quarters at the back indian of the house. Mr Randall will show you.” and almost immediately a short old man with grey hair came through one of the doors in the back “Good morning Miss Bardon. If you will please follow me.” Mr Randall said while giving my mom a small bow. We greeted the much friendlier looking Mr Randall and followed suit. We walked through the door he just came from which leaded to a long hallway. I felt a feeling of shame when Mr Berkley announced we would be staying in the servant’s quarters. “You can call me Bill. I am the caretaker of the yard and pretty much the handy man around here.” Mr Randall said as we walked. “I’m Miranda and this is Lucian.” My mom replied and pointed towards me. “Please to meet you. You will have to excuse Mr Berkley. He thinks rather highly of himself. Very good at what he does though.” Bill said as he opened the door at the end of the passage for us to pass through. We entered what appeared to be the main kitchen. Large slabs of marble decorated the wooden cabinets of the work spaces and white marble all over the floor. I was for a moment unsure where he was leading us, but he gestured for us to walk towards the back door of the kitchen. “Your rooms are at the back of the yard and not connected to the house.” He said as he led us outside. A massive yard welcomed us with a green patch of lawn any rugby team would love to practice on. The edges of the yard were closed from any outside view by massive trees all planted in a row. To the side of the grass was an Olympic sized swimming pool surrounded by huge rock art formations. As we reached the quarters where we would be staying, I realised it was more of a very small house than just a room. There was a large tree in front of the small house that hid it from view from the main mansion. I felt almost at home. “Thank you so much Mr Randall… I mean Bill.” My mom said and smiled. Mr Randall bowed again and walked back towards the garden. “Well… What do you think?” My mom asked as she turned towards me. I looked back at the small house. Softcore — try as he might, he kept thinking of Manjula. Boner suddenly raised his head, jumped from the couch running to the back door. And why not? Men are visual creatures, plain and simple. I’d rather focus on you, then the three of us.” Raising my eyebrows, I said, "Offerings!" She felt herself crying. A spasm arced through me, and I collapsed onto the woman, my face pressing between her pillowing breasts, a juxtaposition to the hard abdomen that pushed against my soft belly. David laughed back. It was different now; more passionate, more aggressive, more… everything. Every move she made was exaggerated, using her full range of motion, but also smooth and provocative as she thrust out her ass, chest, hips, or hands, turning around and around in an extended bout of sensual dancing. She stared down at the phone, then looked up at him. “This arrow is made from the wood of a Nadi tree. I'm so brainless and big-titted. Was I imagining this? If you give me all that lovely money I’ll take you to heaven,” Oh god, heaven. You’ll come the way I make you.” He began to kiss me again, allowing me to at least run my fingers through his hair again and continue to grind with him. She licked her lips, reaching for my panties. Marg went in to take a shower while I told the girls whatever they wanted to know. Then the leaders will learn to work together.” God, he must think I was a blubbering, emotional mess. This time as Emily started indian undoing the back of her dress Tracey stood still letting her without interference and soon she was down to just her slip. Whether she wanted me to or not, I'm going to pound her pussy raw regardless. My charge grinned at me, her face flushed from our sexual art, my cum running down her thigh. Her tongue slips past my lips and wrestles with my own tongue. I thought you just told me that the kitchen is still open.” I asked completely intrigued.