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“All right, then, let’s make ourselves as comfortable as possible here; I’m sure that we have a delicious meal ready and waiting for us; all that’s left to do is sit down to eat and savor it,” Mia said, trying to shift the conversation away from the previous topic.
“Are you going to make it, Christine?” Mia asks, noticing that Christine seems to be occupied with something else.
“Reluctantly,” Christine calls out, not wanting to leave the pleasure of being eaten out by the maid. She then takes matters into her own hands, quite literally, and places Mia’s hand up her own dress, guiding the blonde’s fingers into her needy twat. “You know, I was right in the middle of having my puss eaten,” Christine said, her voice strained with pleasure.
Mia rolls her eyes and shakes her head in amusement. “Well, we can wait a few more minutes if that’s what you need, Christine.” She turns to Aria and adds, “Do you want to help me set the table, Aria?”
Aria nods, happy to be of use, and follows Mia into the dining room.
“That’s great, you may eat your pussy whenever you want later on. Presently, there are visitors here.” I say to Christine, interrupting her oral pleasure with the maid. The atmosphere is one where the visitors don’t seem to mind the sexual activity happening in front of them, nor do they object to the explicit conversation we’re having. It’s as if the social norms have been thrown out the window, and anything goes.
I feel no shame in discussing sexual topics and engaging in lewd behavior with my guests. In fact, it’s almost expected in high society circles, where the boundaries of social etiquette are stretched and often ignored. It’s a display of power and control, a way to show that I am not bound by the same rules as the rest of society.
As I take a seat at the table, I can’t help but feel a sense of exhilaration at the taboo nature of the conversation and actions taking place. It’s as if we are operating in a world of our own, where nothing is off-limits, and everything is permissible.
As I walk into the dining room, I can hear Annalie’s voice coming from the kitchen. I call out to her, “Annalie, how are we doing?”
She responds with a loud and confident voice, “Just a few more minutes, sir. Dinner is almost ready!”
I nod in satisfaction, feeling pleased with the progress of the evening so far. “I’m glad to hear that. I’m sure our guests will appreciate a delicious meal,” I say, looking towards the dining table.
As I turn back to face Annalie, I ask about the refreshments. “And the refreshments?”
Annalie’s response catches me off guard, but I can’t help but smirk at her bluntness. “Your Fresh cum of morning for ladies is almost ready to serve in a few minutes, so the ladies will have their drinks!”
I try to hide my amusement at her response, but I can’t help but chuckle to myself. In my world, this type of conversation is completely normal and acceptable. I know that my guests won’t be offended or disgusted by Annalie’s comment, and in fact, they may even find it arousing. It’s just another night in my world of decadence and debauchery.
With a wide smile on my face, I make my way to the dining room and take my seat at the table. Christine occupies the seat directly across from me, and my other guests settle themselves merrily on either side of the table. Despite the absence of a large table, we manage to sit comfortably in the cozy atmosphere of the room.
As I look around, I realize that it would have been ridiculous to bring out the enormous, overlong table that I keep somewhere out of sight. It can seat up to twenty people, and it would seem out of place to use it when there are only four people present. Instead, I opt for a smaller, more intimate setting that suits the occasion.
The room exudes a warm ambiance that sets the tone for the evening. The soft lighting and tasteful decorations make it feel homely and inviting. The table is adorned with elegant dinnerware, and the center is graced with a floral arrangement that adds a pop of color to the scene.
As I take my seat, I feel a sense of contentment. This is where I feel most comfortable, surrounded by friends who share my values and interests. We may not conform to society’s norms, but in this setting, we are free to express ourselves without judgment or criticism.
The idea of having a dinner party where I would introduce a lesbian couple to cock seemed like an exciting prospect to me. I couldn’t help but fantasize about how it would feel to be the one to show them what they had been missing out on. The thought of having a group of live-in fucktoys available at my disposal only added to the excitement.
It would require finding the right lesbian couple who would be open to experimenting with a man, and convincing them to participate in his fantasy. But despite the challenge, I remained determined to make it happen.
But well it’s not like I need consent but in the world where you can have sex with anyone, it’s hard to find true lesbian who didn’t taste man’s cock, but who would have thought when I move here my neighbors will be the missing enjoyments which is lesbians will be here and they would come to my house for a dinner.
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(A/N: Hello guys done reading. If yes, send a power stone, 1 power stone is also enough we just have to increase fan value, so 1 power stone is enough, but if you like the novel I won’t mind if you send more stones, and plz don’t forget the gifts.)
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