Chapter 3: Pasta and dinner company
After the long afternoon, Mark was hungry and desired a warm meal.
He walked to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and surveyed his options. "What's for dinner tonight?" he wondered aloud, scanning the shelves filled with colorful produce and enticing delights. His stomach rumbled, and he found himself craving something simple yet satisfying.
He pulled out his phone and scrolled his contacts. He pressed the pasta description.
After a few seconds, he received a text ... "I obey"
Two hours later. The women arrived. Rosa was a 40 year old Italian woman with shoulder length curly brown hair. She had a curvaceous body and brown eyes.
She wore a tight black dress that hugged her figure, accentuating her ample curves. Her lips were painted a deep red, and her hair flowed freely around her shoulders.
"Hello," she greeted Mark, her voice smooth and seductive. "How may I serve you today?"
Mark's eyes roamed over Rosa's voluptuous form, his heart pounding with anticipation. "Rosa," he acknowledged, his voice deep and resonant.
"I'd like you to prepare a delicious pasta dish for me."
"Of course," Rosa replied, her voice honeyed and soothing. "May I suggest a delectable linguine alfredo with fresh shrimp?"
Mark nodded approvingly, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "That sounds perfect, Rosa," he said, his voice filled with warmth and appreciation. "I'm sure it will be a delicious feast."
Rosa bowed her head gracefully, her expression serene and content.
"As you wish, Master," she murmured, her voice like a gentle caress. "Allow me to prepare the most exquisite dish for your enjoyment."
Without another word, Rosa turned to leave the room, her hips swaying seductively as she moved. Mark watched her depart, his heart racing with anticipation. He knew that the coming hours would be filled with passion and pleasure, his appetites satisfied beyond measure.
Rosa changed out of her black dress to only an apron. Her cleavage spilled out of the side. It appeared that her apron was using all it's strength to hold her breasts in.
As Rosa set to work preparing the pasta dish, the aroma of simmering sauce wafted through the air, filling the apartment with a tantalizing scent.
Half an hour before dinner was to be served, a knock on his door. Her name was Sandra, classes, dark brown hair athletic figure. With a deep bow to her master she left to change out of her gym clothes and into a similar apron to Rosa's with nothing underneath. She joined Rosa in the kitchen assisting wherever she was needed.
Rosa welcomed Sandra with a welcoming smile, her eyes twinkling with mischief. Their interactions were playful and flirtatious, as they worked together seamlessly to prepare the pasta dish.
As Sandra expertly chopped vegetables and sautéed ingredients, Rosa stood nearby, watching her intently. She admired Sandra's confidence and poise, and couldn't help but feel drawn to her infectious energy. Rosa decided to test the waters, hoping to provoke a reaction from her colleague.
"Have you done this before?" she asked casually, her voice laced with curiosity.
Sandra arched an eyebrow, her expression unreadable. "Done what?" she countered, her voice cool and collected.
Rosa shrugged nonchalantly, feigning indifference. "You know," she said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "servicing a man in such a manner."
Sandra's eyes widened imperceptibly, her composure threatening to slip.
Recovering her equilibrium, she tilted her head slightly, her expression carefully neutral. "I suppose I have," she conceded, her voice devoid of inflection. "But I've never enjoyed it quite so much as I do here."
Rosa's lips curled into a sly grin, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Oh really?" she prodded, her voice loaded with insinuation. "Do tell."
Sandra exhaled sharply, her resolve weakening beneath Rosa's relentless scrutiny.
"Very well," she gritted, her voice strained but defiant. "This particular endeavor holds a special appeal for me."
Rosa smirked, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Ah, I see," she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "I apologize if my inquiries came across as intrusive."
Sandra narrowed her eyes, her jaw clenching tightly. "Not at all," she retorted, her voice edged with irritation.
"The task itself isn't what matters to me. It's the experience I gain from it, the knowledge I acquire, and the joy I derive from it."
Rosa nodded, her lips quirking upwards in an understanding smile. "Of course," she affirmed, her voice soft and soothing. "I, too, find immense pleasure in serving our master."
Sandra released a sigh of frustration, her hands balling into fists. "Then why do you persist in questioning me?" she demanded, her voice rising in volume.
"Can't you see that I'm busy? Get lost!"
Mark grimaced, his grip tightening around the fork. He had been sitting in the corner, silently observing the women's interaction. Their animosity was palpable, and he sensed that tensions were mounting dangerously. He knew that he had to intervene, to prevent a full-blown confrontation.
"Ladies," he called out, his voice authoritative and commanding. "Enough of this bickering. Focus on your tasks."
Rosa and Sandra exchanged heated glares, their anger simmering just below the surface.
They could feel the tension escalating, their competitive natures fueling the growing discord. Each stubbornly refused to yield, unwilling to surrender their individuality or acknowledge the other's worth.
"Enough!" Mark commanded, his voice booming with authority. "I won't tolerate such behavior among my servants. You are here to serve me, not to waste time squabbling amongst yourselves. Now, focus on your tasks and let go of your petty rivalries."
Rosa and Sandra lowered their heads, their faces burning with shame.
They knew that they had disappointed their master, and they were eager to redeem themselves.
"We apologize, Master," Rosa stammered, her voice choked with remorse. "We did not mean to distress you."
"I understand," Mark replied, his voice softening perceptibly. "However, I expect better conduct from you both. Now, continue working together to ensure that my meal is prepared properly."
The women nodded obediently, their faces contrite and earnest. They exchanged fleeting glances, their eyes apologetic and sorrowful.
A knock was heared on the apartment door. It was Angela, 35 Italian with long straight black hair, short but with a body that showed she worked out. Piercing brown eyes that exuded confidence. She wearing a short black dress that left nothing to the imagination. She bowed deeply to Mark, "I obey my master" she said blankly.
"Angela" he sighed "I'm glad you could come for dinner".
"Thank you, sir" replied Angela. "I look forward to serving you."
Mark motioned to the kitchen, indicating that the three women should return to their preparations. As they walked away, Angela caught Rosa's eye and sent her a knowing wink. The tension between Rosa and Sandra intensified, but the arrival of Angela seemed to bring a new dynamic to the group.
"Angela," Mark called out, his voice firm and assertive.
"Join the others in the kitchen. We must finish preparing dinner."
Angela nodded, her piercing brown eyes locked onto Mark's face. "As you wish, Master," she murmured, her voice a husky whisper.
As the three women resumed their tasks in the kitchen, the atmosphere crackled with tension and anticipation. Angela observed the situation closely, noting the subtle shifts in dynamics between Rosa and Sandra. She knew that she had to tread lightly, to avoid exacerbating the existing conflicts.
Angela took a deep breath, her gaze sweeping over the kitchen. She noticed the simmering pot of tomato sauce on the stove, the aromatic scent wafting through the air. She noticed the wooden cutting board, piled high with various ingredients waiting to be transformed into culinary delights. And she noticed the two women standing side by side, their bodies stiff and rigid, their expressions guarded and wary.
Angela looked smugly at Rosa and Sandra . "So you couldn't do the job yourselves and Master had to call me in"
she sneered.
Rosa shot Angela a dirty look. "At least we don't have to resort to cheap tricks to get ahead" she fired back.
Sandra folded her arms and crossed her legs. "You're right Rosa" she agreed, "but we still wouldn't invite someone who hasn't earned their place in our circle."
Angela snickered. "Is that right?" she mocked. "Maybe you're forgetting how quickly you were willing to submit to..."
Just then, Mark entered the kitchen.
His eyes scanned the room, taking in the sight of the three beautiful women. They were all striking in their own ways - Rosa with her curvy figure and sultry demeanor, Sandra with her athletic physique and confident gaze, and Angela with her sleek beauty and sharp intellect.
His gaze lingered on Angela, who smiled coyly, her eyes sparkling. "Master," she purred, "I believe we are ready to serve you."
Mark nodded, his eyes roaming over the sumptuous repast laid out before him.
"Excellent work, ladies," he praised, his voice warm and appreciative. "This meal is truly spectacular."
The women bowed their heads, their expressions humble and grateful. "Thank you, Master," they murmured in unison, their voices harmonious and melodic.
Mark reached forward, his fingers grazing the delicate porcelain plate. He picked up a succulent piece of shrimp, inspecting it closely before popping it into his mouth. He chewed thoughtfully, his eyes locked onto the women's faces, searching for signs of approval.
"Mmm," he moaned, his voice thick with pleasure. "This is absolutely divine."
The women smiled proudly, their faces glowing with accomplishment. "Thank you, Master," they chimed in unison, their voices melodious and harmonious.
Mark returned the smile, his gaze moving between the three of them. "Now, ladies," he said, his voice deep and commanding, "it's time for dessert."
The women gasped, their eyes widening excitedly.
"Master," they breathed in unison, their voices hushed and reverential. "Are you suggesting that we join you in bed?"
Mark chuckled, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Why, yes, my dear servants," he teased, his voice deep and sultry. "I believe it's time for us to indulge in some carnal pleasures."
Rosa stepped forward, her eyes glittering with excitement. "We would be honored, Master," she declared, her voice strong and confident.
"Our bodies and souls belong to you, to do with as you please."
Mark smiled, his eyes shining with lust. "Then let the festivities begin," he growled, his voice low and seductive.
With that, the mood in the kitchen shifted dramatically. The trio of stunning women shed their aprons, revealing their naked bodies beneath. Their figures were magnificent, each possessing a unique allure that captivated Mark's senses.
Rosa's voluptuous curves and sensual demeanor entranced him, while Sandra's athletic build and confident gaze commanded his attention.
Angela, with her sleek beauty and sharp intellect, provided a cerebral counterpoint to the physical enticement of the other two women. Mark knew that he had created a powerful force to be reckoned with, one that would cater to his every whim and desire.
"Come closer, my sweet pets," he whispered, his voice a soft invitation.
His tone held command, and the women eagerly heeded his request. They moved closer toward him, their bodies radiating heat and desire. Mark took a step backwards, leading them toward the bedroom.
They followed him willingly, their movements fluid and synchronized.
Entwined in a dance of lust and submission, they formed a mesmerizing tableau that Mark had orchestrated perfectly. He led them down the hallway, his fingers tracing the contours of their bare skin, savoring the sensation of smooth flesh against his fingertips.
Upon reaching the bedroom, his sanctuary of pleasure, he paused, allowing the anticipation to build. The women's breathing quickened, their eyes darting nervously as they awaited his next move.
Mark reveled in their anxiety, relishing the power he held over their bodies and minds. He slowly traced the outline of their bodies, his fingers lingering delicately along their skin.
"My dear slaves," he murmured, his voice a silken whisper, "what delicious creatures you are."
Rosa, Sandra, and Angela trembled visibly, their bodies reacting instinctively to his words. Mark's eyes gleamed with lust, his gaze fixed upon their supple forms.
He appreciated the variety offered by these women; they each possessed distinct attributes that appealed to different aspects of his desires.
"Now, my lovely petals," he coaxed, his voice a velvet caress, "let us explore the depths of pleasure that await us."
Rosa, Sandra, and Angela eagerly complied, their bodies writhing with anticipation. They surrounded Mark, their eyes shimmering with eagerness. He felt empowered knowing that he controlled their every movement, their every whim.
He gently touched Rosa's breast, cupping it gently.
Her nipple hardened instantly, peeking out from between her fingers. He kissed her neck, tasting her sweat mixed with the intoxicating scent of her arousal. She moaned softly, her body arching towards him.
"You're so beautiful, Rosa," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "I can't wait to taste you."
She whimpered loudly, her pussy soaking wet now. She grabbed his erection, stroking it gently as she leaned in for a kiss. It was soft at first, but soon became passionate and desperate.
Their tongues danced, exploring each other's mouths greedily. Rosa moaned loudly, her body trembling against Mark's. He ran his hands down her back, feeling her firm ass and toned thighs. His cock throbbed, straining against his pants.
"Let's get undressed," he murmured, pulling away from Rosa's embrace.
She hesitated briefly, glancing at Sandra and Angela. They stood nearby, watching the exchange with interest. Rosa swallowed nervously, her heart pounding in her chest.
She glanced at Sandra and Angela, feeling a wave of self-consciousness wash over her. The prospect of disrobing in front of her fellow slaves was daunting, but she knew that resistance would only invite punishment.
"Yes, Master," she replied, her voice quavering slightly. She slowly removed her shirt, revealing her ample bust. Her nipples were erect, poking tautly through her bra. She hesitated momentarily before undoing the clasp, letting the garment fall away. The room fell silent, the air thick with anticipation.
Rosa shivered, her eyes darting nervously between the other women. Sandra and Angela stood close together, their gazes locked on Rosa's exposed form. Their eyes gleamed with hunger, their faces impassive.
"Well, Rosa," Sandra drawled, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "are you going to show us more of yourself? Or are you afraid we might steal your thunder?"
Rosa flushed, her eyes flashing angrily. "I'm not afraid of anything," she snapped, her voice quivering with suppressed rage.
"I'll gladly show you all the treasures my body holds."
Sandra smirked, her eyes glinting maliciously. "That's the spirit, Rosa," she taunted, her voice laced with contempt. "We're all dying to see what you've got hidden under those panties."
Rosa's face burned with humiliation, her body quivering with pent-up fury. She glared at Sandra, her eyes blazing with hatred. She knew that she had to maintain control, to suppress her emotions lest they spiral out of control.
Taking a deep breath, Rosa reached behind her back and untied her skirt. She let it drop to the floor, exposing her matching underwear. Her panties were white lace, barely covering her dark patch of black pubic hair with her swollen labia visibly peaking out.
Sandra's eyes widened, her gaze locked on Rosa's crotch.
"My, my," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. "I didn't realize you were such a naughty girl, Rosa."
Rosa bit her lip, her cheeks flushing bright red.
She knew that she had to endure this humiliation, to prove herself worthy of Master's affections. She steeled herself, determined to rise above the insults hurled her way.
"Very well," she muttered, her voice cracking. "If you're so curious, Sandra, then I guess I'll satisfy your thirst for knowledge."
With that, Rosa reached back and untied her panties. She let them slip down her legs, leaving her completely nude. Her body was flawless, her skin smooth and soft. Her breasts were round and full, her nipples erect and sensitive.
Sandra removed his clothes in response to Rosa's challenge, her stomach was flat and toned, showing off years of dedication to fitness. Her hips were wide and generous, leading down to shapely thighs and calves. Her pussy was neatly trimmed, with a small patch of dark hair nestled between her inner thighs.
Her labia were swollen and engorged, clearly visible through her thin pubic hair. Her clitoris protruded slightly, begging for attention.
Sandra stared at Rosa's naked form, her eyes glazed over with lust. Mark saw the longing in her eyes and knew that she wanted to touch Rosa, to explore her body intimately. He smirked, enjoying the power he held over the women.
"Angela," he called out, his voice firm and commanding.
"Are you going to let them show you up?" Mark poked at her ego.
"Angela," he said, his voice stern and unwavering.
Angela's eyes met Rosa's, their gazes locking in a silent battle of wills. She hesitated, her eyes betraying the turmoil raging within her. She knew that she had to comply, to demonstrate her obedience to Master. But, at the same time, she also desired to retain her pride and dignity.
"Master," she began, her voice shaking slightly, "I am not accustomed to such...
such exhibitionism," Angela stammered, her voice betraying her inner conflict. Master's smirk grew wider, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. Angela hesitated no longer, quickly removing her clothing until she stood fully naked before Rosa and Sandra.
Her lithe frame was sinewy and graceful, her muscles defined yet feminine. Her breasts were smaller than Rosa's, but they were perky and alluring nonetheless. Her nipples were pink and erect, jutting out from her smooth chest like tiny pebbles.
Her waist was slender, tapering down to her plump, rounded ass. Her pussy was shaved clean, save for a few sparse trails of black hair nestled between her folds.
Angela's presence shook the balance of power in the room. As the last woman to strip, she carried the weight of the others' expectations and desires. Sandra eyed her with an appraising gaze, her eyes scanning Angela's body critically. Rosa, meanwhile, studied Angela with a mixture of admiration and envy.
She couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between her curves and Angela's leaner physique. The latter's athletic build was undoubtedly appealing, though it lacked the lushness and fullness that Rosa prided herself on. Still, there was something inherently sensual about Angela's demeanor—a quiet intensity that made her stand out from the rest.
Sandra, for her part, examined the two women before her with an analytical eye. She couldn't deny the fact that both Rosa and Angela possessed certain qualities that she admired.
Rosa's natural curves and hourglass figure were undeniably captivating, while Angela's lean, muscular physique had a certain charm about it. However, what truly set apart Angela from the remainder of the pack was her apparent prowess in intellectual pursuits. Although Sandra shared similar interests in academia, she found herself enamored by Angela's ability to seamlessly blend mental acuity with physical prowess. It was a rare combination that Sandra believed gave Angela an edge over herself and Rosa.
As Sandra scrutinized Angie's anatomy, a sense of unease gradually seeped into her consciousness.
The brunette's sleek and agile form was aesthetically pleasing, yet her appearance lacked the robust essence that Sandra cherished. This observation sparked a profound realization within Sandra: she had inadvertently become ensnared in a web of comparisons, subconsciously measuring Angie against Rosa and herself.
"Angelle," Sandra uttered, her voice echoing the sentiments swirling in her head. "You're quite the specimen."
Angela's eyes remained fixated on Mark, her gaze never straying from his imposing figure. "Indeed," she responded coolly, her voice devoid of emotion.
"I'd like to think that I possess a certain je ne sais quoi."
Sandra's gaze narrowed, her eyes scanning Angela's face intently. "Je ne sais quoi" indeed, she mused. The phrase itself seemed to encapsulate Angela's mystique—an elusive quality that rendered her intriguing and enigmatic. It was a trait that Sandra herself coveted, yearning to emulate the allure that Angela effortlessly projected.
Meanwhile, Rosa scrutinized her rivals, her gaze alternating between Sandra and Angela.
She pondered the question that plagued her thoughts: which of these two beauties would emerge victorious in the ultimate contest of seduction?
Each woman possessed traits that set them apart from the others. Sandra's athletic prowess and confident demeanor made her an attractive choice for those seeking a physically dominant partner. In contrast, Angela's brains and beauty combined to create a formidable package that was irresistible to those who valued intellectual stimulation.
Rosa was torn between the two, torn between the physical appeal of Sandra and the mental stimulation of Angela. Which of these women would ultimately win her heart?
Rosa mulled over the question, her gaze shifting between Sandra and Angela. Each woman had a unique appeal that made them compelling choices for any suitor. Sandra's athletic prowess and confident demeanor made her an attractive option for those seeking a physically dominant partner. Contrastingly, Angela's brains and beauty combined to create a formidable package that was irresistible to those who valued intellectual stimulation.
Rosa herself had a particular preference for Angela's intellectually stimulating personality. However, she couldn't deny the allure of Sandra's athletic abilities.
Both Angela and Sandra were almost equal in every way. Sandra was almost a perfect physical specimen, beauty and brains. Angela was thinner and not as fit as Sandra but where she excelled was intelligence and a sharp mind that she used like a surgeon.
Mark continued to tease Angela with provocative questions designed to reveal secrets and vulnerabilities. Angela remained stoic in the face of Mark's relentless probing, deflecting the questions with practiced ease.
"How did you manage to seduce Master?" Mark asked, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. "Surely you had to employ some ingenious tactics to gain his trust."
Angela shrugged nonchalantly, her expression remaining unchanged. "I simply applied my wit and charm," she replied, her voice cool and composed.
"Master is a man of great depth and complexity; he appreciates those who can match his intellect."
Her answer seemed to placate Mark temporarily, but Rosa could sense the tension building beneath the surface. The atmosphere inside the room was charged with electricity, as if the space itself was struggling to contain the escalating conflict.
"Speaking of intellect," Mark prodded, his gaze fixed on Angela, "how does it feel to be the smartest person in the room?"
Angela shrugged, her expression remaining neutral.
Sandra took offense at that opinion. Her annoyance boiling beneath her calm facade.
"What kind of question is that?" she retorted, her voice laced with irritation. "It's hardly relevant, is it?"
Mark raised an eyebrow, his gaze shifting between Angela and Sandra. "Perhaps not," he conceded, his voice a silken whisper. "But it does give us a glimpse into your psyche, doesn't it?"
Angela shrugged dismissively, her gaze locked on Mark.
"Intellect alone won't suffice," she remarked, her voice crisp and matter-of-fact. "One must learn to harness both their mental and physical assets."
Sandra scoffed, her eyes flashing with anger. "Oh, please," she retorted, her voice dripping with contempt. "Do you honestly think that your scrawny little frame can compete with my strength and agility?"
Angela smirked, her eyes gleaming with amusement.
"My scrawny little frame?" she repeated, her voice dripping with condescension. "I assure you, Sandra, that I know exactly how to use my assets to my advantage."
Sandra's eyes flashed dangerously, her nostrils flaring with indignation. "Oh, really?" she spat, her voice rising in volume. "And just how do you plan to do that?"
Angela shrugged casually, her gaze locked on Sandra. "I have my methods," she replied, her voice cool and collected.
"And unlike you, I don't rely solely on brute strength." "I have my methods," she replied, her voice a silken whisper.
Sandra sneered, her eyes flashing with anger.
Rosa came from behind Mark, sitting beside him ravishing with kisses. She looked at the other two women and "said intelligence with only get you so far"
Sandra rose and approached Mark, taking the seat next to him. She placed her hand on his thigh, squeezing it lightly. "I'm sure that you'd agree," she purred, her voice dripping with sexuality, "that our physical prowess can be just as valuable in the realm of pleasure."
Mark nodded, his lips curling into a satisfied grin. "Indeed," he agreed, his voice a soft whisper.
"Your physical prowess is certainly impressive, Sandra."
As he spoke, Sandra squeezed his thigh harder, her grip tightening around his leg. "But I'm sure that you'd agree," she purred, her voice dripping with sexuality, "that our physical prowess can be just as valuable in the realm of pleasure." "Of course," he replied, his voice a silken whisper.
"You know me too well, Sandra."
Sandra grinned, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "Good," she purred, her voice dripping with anticipation. "Because I'm ready to show you just how much I appreciate your appreciation."
With that, she leaned in, pressing her lips against Mark's. He groaned softly, his arms wrapping around her waist.
"Ummm," Rosa murmured, her eyes darting between the pair.
"This isn't exactly what I had in mind when I suggested a 'fiesta de la carnalidad.'"
Sandra broke away from Mark, casting Rosa a sideways glance. "Well, perhaps you should have been clearer about your intentions, eh Rosita?" Sandra chided, her voice laced with amusement.
Before Rosa could respond, Sandra turned back to Mark, her eyes alight with lust. "So, Master," she purred, her voice a silken whisper, "shall we continue our celebration?"
Mark nodded, his eyes meeting Sandra's.
"Of course," he murmured, his voice deepening with desire. "I'm eager to experience the pleasures that you both have to offer."
Sandra smiled slyly, her eyes glittering with excitement. "Then allow me to introduce you to Angela," she purred, her voice dripping with anticipation. "I'm sure that she'll be more than willing to share her expertise with you."
Angela smirked, her gaze locked on Mark.
"I've already shown you what I'm capable of," she replied, her voice cold and unyielding. "You know that I can make you scream with pleasure."
Mark chuckled softly, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Perhaps," he murmured, his voice a silken whisper. "But I want to see you in action."
Angela nodded, her lips curving into a predatory smile. "Very well," she replied, her voice dripping with promise.
"Allow me to demonstrate my skills."
Angela moved closer to Mark, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. Mark watched her intently, his senses heightened with expectation.
"Master," she murmured, her voice a soft whisper, "would you care to join me?"
Mark nodded, his eyes locked on Angela's tempting form.
Sandra scoffed, "why does she get to go first?"
Rosa agreed "I'm the oldest, I should get the first shot"
first go!"
Angela laughed, "you guys are being ridiculous," she scolded playfully. "Why don't we decide this like adults?"
They were hesitant at first, but after a few moments of silence, they reluctantly acquiesced.
"Fine," Rosa conceded, crossing her arms. "What do you suggest?"
Angela smiled mischievously, "well, I was thinking that we could take turns pleasuring Mark here."
She glanced at Sandra expectantly, silently urging her to concur.
Sandra pursed her lips, contemplating the proposition with a hint of skepticism. After a few moments of hesitation, she finally relented.
"Alright," she grumbled, her tone still laced with resentment. "But I expect nothing less than top-notch performance from both of you."
Angela grinned triumphantly, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Don't worry," she assured her companion, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
Rosa qurried "why can't we all just go at once? A feast of body and soul"
Sandra smirked "Rosita, you can't handle all three of us at once?"
Angela added "sounds like fun. We should try that, Rosa"
Rosa nodded, her lust-filled eyes twinkling. "Yes," she gasped, her voice hoarse with desire. "Let's do it. All three of us. Together."
Mark smiled wickedly, his piercing blue eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Very well," he murmured, his voice a silken whisper.
2 hours later the women were exhausted. Mark whispered instructions into each woman's ear. One by one the got up, took a shower and left the building with no memory of the last few hours.
Rosa stopped to tie her shoe when Sandra ran by. Rosa looked up at Sandra and asked "Hey sis, where are you off to?" Sandra smiled at her sister. "I'm off to meet Angela for coffee, do you want to come?" Rosa smiled "sure, let's go" she hadn't seen both her sisters in months.
" Great" Sandra replied "Coffee and pastries sound good right now"
Rosa nodded "Yeah, I need to catch up with Angela too, she makes amazing croissants"
" And what's the news on Angela's research?" Sandra asked
Rosa replied "Oh, she hasn't told me anything yet, but you know her, always working on something interesting!"
" That's true" Sandra commented "let's hope she's managed to stay out of trouble this time"
Rosa rolled her eyes "oh, stop worrying, she always manages to pull
things off somehow"
Mark sat on the couch in his apartment and texted "clean" to his usual cleaning crew.