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  • Before I could hang up, Jill and Melanie walked arm in arm past me down the hallway towards what I could only assume was dinner. I thanked Jennifer and tried to follow Jill and Mel to dinner. I made a wrong turn somehow and ended up in the kitchen. The chef stood there with a lobster in a pair of tongs. “Can I help you?” He says to me. “Um, I’m trying to get to the dining area," I tell him. “Turn around and go two doors down and make a right, you’ll see it. Are you the guy who will be replacing Mr. Jaxson?” He asks as he does the sign of the cross on his front while still holding the lobster. I chuckled thinking ‘well, it’s too late for that lobster’…. well, it seemed funny in my head. I looked around the kitchen. It was immaculate. “Your kitchen looks well organized and is spotless. If you ever decide you want a job out in the corporate world, I have just the place for you. I’ll lay my card here next to the phone. Email me or call me direct if you want to talk further. Thanks for the directions to the dining area.” I leave the kitchen thinking that if he’s not paid too much, then he might just be the perfect guy to help many of the restaurants become organized. When I finally get to the dining area, I’m impressed at the table thinking to myself that the Commune needs a table that seats at least 20. The table Melanie had sat only 12 but the table itself was a pecan, just utterly beautiful. Jokingly Dakota looked at her imaginary watch on her wrist poking at it with her other hand. I smiled. Mel made a comment that I should sit at Bob’s spot, the head of the table since I was now going to be THE head of Jaxson Inc. I felt a bit uncomfortable sitting in Bob’s chair, in his house, fucking his wife. Yet, clearly, I didn’t feel so uncomfortable to not fuck Melanie. We had a delightful dinner. “I’m sorry, what?” I said apologetically, coming back to earth. Uh No not really . Terry asked so do you have a boyfriend Brandy? Me: "OH SHIT! The look on her face pretty much said it all she smiled at him, “baby from now on I’ll have to work out a schedule, so I keep your nut sack empty and fuck you every chance we get. Her ass was cute, too, just so kissable. The next girl was a good one too, sitting on a public bus in the nude with her legs spread and her pussy dripping - "well behaved twat" read the words - and Amy kept licking - but the next one was a scowling woman wearing unappealing cunt-concealing cotton panties with her thighs clamped together. I think Jenny was happy to be done. "Do anything interesting tonight?" She gingerly applies soap from her hand; to the small road rash caused by his course pubic stubble, that has appeared on the sensitive skin between her thighs His nuts were bare with no fuzz on them, and I loved to lick down from the head to his ‘taint with no hairs to get in the way. “So it’s okay for a girl to sleep around?” Megan concluded, as if looking for my approval. I walked into his