I pick Erika up and throw her over my shoulder and carry her into the bedroom. I guess she recognized Joe. xxvideo I sit back down on the couch with Erika standing before me. “Damn, she is fine!” someone exclaims. Tom exhales seeing Erika minus the negligee and mutters,”oh my god.”
Erika quickly takes the white shirt, courtesy of Tom, and pulls it over her head. “I’ll bring it out Master,” Erika says cheerfully. “She is some work of art,” Tom finally says. ***
The next morning, I come down and see Erika in the kitchen making breakfast. She had 5 minutes left. “Why don’t you get that,” I said smiling. OH FUCKK! “Clean up,” was all I said as I disappeared into the hallway.
