I hurried the BLTs and piled them on a tray with glasses of iced tea.I hurried the BLTs and piled them on a tray with glasses of iced tea. The Lounging Room was the perfect name for the room that I entered. It was outfitted with a couple white couches and a sea of pillows of all different sorts, all white. The only other thing in the room was a big-screen TV and vcr in one corner. As I entered I saw four of the girls laying around on the couches and pillows, talking softly to each other, and wearing some of the most exciting lingerie I'd had the privelege to witness on their sexy athletic bodies. "Ah, good, lunch is served." said Marianne. She waved me over to her and put her hand on my crotch as she surveyed the pile of sandwiches. "Hmmm. Joanna, do we have to leave the meat for dinner?" she asked as her fingers traced my cock through the teddy. "Yes, we do. It'll spoil your appetite for tonight." Marianne seemed to be dejected but gave my cock a squeeze before selecting a sandwich and glass. I was checked out by each of the others, as they took thier time in selecting just the right sandwich. I've never had my 8-incher feel so big and hard. They ate slowly, their eyes admiring me in my servant's teddy, a big red satin heart across my not-so-hairy chest. But all too soon they were finished and began to yawn. They wandered out of the Lounging Room and upstairs to their rooms. Joanna told me to clean up the dishes and straighten the Lounging Room. "And remember, if you hear a bell, you must come and answer it, providing whatever service is required. |