I was introduced to the cook/maid, japanese a Scandinavian woman named Ingrid. I was surprised to see a set of blue ceramic bowls on a rubber mat. Both said “Max.” She showed me the dining room, living room, library, and family room at the rear of the house with two sets of French doors leading to a huge stone patio and pool with a hot tub that looked like it could hold ten people. “Now we’re coming to my favorite part—our bedroom.” She whispered as we walked up the stairs. I was sure that Max would have been capering at Lucy’s feet had he not been told to heel. There were more rooms here than I wanted to count. Lucy showed me where her home office was and told me that she’d have a second desk, comfortable chair and computer in place before I could return. The room, the smallest of the six bedrooms, was actually bigger than my studio, by far. Finally, she led me to our bedroom. It was huge, at least 400 square feet with two big walk-in closets and big master bathroom with a separate commode room, twin basins, and a big Jacuzzi. “This is my favorite, Matt,” Lucy said as she walked into the shower. It was the new kind with multiple heads on four walls and no door. “I can’t wait for you to do me in here,” she whispered. I met the other maid and the gardener and I insisted that they call me Matt rather than vintage Mr. Cahill. Lucy giggled when they called me Mr. Matt and I let it go. It wasn’t worth arguing about. However, there was a major discussion when I was asked what I wanted for dinner. “What do you have,” I innocently asked. Lucy giggled again, but harder than she had earlier. I looked at her and asked, “What?” “What would you like for dinner, Matt, if you could choose anything,” my bride-to-be asked. I thought for about twenty seconds before answering, “It’s been a while since I last had chicken. Could I possibly get it southern fried?” “Yes, my love—you can and will have chicken and it will be southern fried. I like it that way, too.” She sent the cook away then tiptoed up to classic kiss me. “I can see you’re not accustomed to living like this—with a lot of money and servants. All you have cheerleader to do is ask and it will be done if humanly possible. Did you notice those two big stainless steel doors in the kitchen?” “Sure, but I just figured they were for a big refrigerator.” “Well, the one on the left is for a walk-in freezer and the one on the right is for a walk-in refrigerator. We always have a lot of food available and our beef is dry aged for more than three weeks before it’s served, just like at Carter’s or any other big fancy restaurant. Why don’t we put on some bathing suits and go for a swim?” “I don’t have any trunks—only a pair of running shorts. I’m afraid I’ll hang out of them.” She laughed like hell then she whispered, “Goody!” She was leading me upstairs when I told her she was incorrigible. Then I laughed when she agreed. I expected to find my bag on the floor, but it was in the closet and it was empty. There was a large set of drawers along one wall and an open shelf with a mirror. Checking the drawers I saw that my clean clothes had been folded and put away. “I’m sure your dirty clothes are in the wash along with mine. Don’t worry, you’ll get used to being spoiled pretty soon.” "Isn't that what you wanted to hear?" So, if you agree to this condition, I’ll let you do what you want. Gina being very alert rose and went to the dressing area and a few minutes later returned, now dressed in all red with red heels. Her sucking and fucking multiple men, bathed and stuffed with cum from many men. It got me excited to tell people. “I can plant algae that will consume the biodegradables, but it will need to be harvested down river or it will suck all the oxygen from the water.” Arbor said, “The harvested algae can be used to feed the livestock; that way, we will not need to use cropland to feed them.” I had to win his support. Ronja looked down at her white dress with dread. Shaking my head at what just happened, I knocked on Carson’s door. Gary and Paul had been told to wait for his signal, then they could do anything they wanted, no holds barred. His cock was so stiff he had to lean over the bowl with a hand on the wall to bend far enough forward to hit the water. As I got to the end of the account I asked Ryan why he thought the paint had come off so easily while I was jogging, but not the previous day. “I know I said you two were to remain naked for the vintage weekend, but I'll make a small exception and let you guys put your shoes back on. “My Lord, it was clear that you weren't the only person exercising these powers.” Miller said. “Yeah, it’s perfectly ok, you have amazing little tits, I love them.” He sighed while I started to rub him through his pants. You need to let me go classic upstairs." I need my daddy to control my lusts!” “Yes,” he groaned, his eyes shining up at me, his cock twitching as I stroked him. Her comments too while seemingly sweet and innocent to his mom left different implications with him, Cassandra often commented on how much like his mother he cheerleader was, with his small build, doe-like eyes, cute blonde hair and, she would always tease with a laugh, his big white ass. Just shut the hell up, bitch!” They were large and soft, swaying with her steps. She does without waiting for an answer and I have a mind-blowing orgasm. Piper and I japanese looked at each other, giggled and stood up.