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I turned on the range to start making grilled cheese for the impatient six and four year olds. “Is the bedroom all ready for him?” Kay asked, looking at something on her phone. “Yes Miss.” I had started referring to her as Miss a few months prior at Vince’s command, and it seemed to have a psychological effect on all four of us. The kids hadn’t started calling me Maid yet, but I assumed that was probably inevitable with Kate and Vince both referring to me that way. Kate smiled. “Oh good, I’m going to send him a photo or two.” She went into the Master bedroom and locked masturbation the door behind her. Vince was indian going to be getting some nudes along with shots of my emptied out half of the closet, dresser and bathroom. I accidentally burned my finger on the griddle and jumped back to focusing on making lunch. ————————– My neck was still sore from the hour I had spent the previous night with my face buried in Kate’s pussy as she messaged with Vince. 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