"Melanie," said Seka in a commanding tone. "Thank you for greeting our guest, but you may leave now. You too, Flavia. Go on about your regular duties, girls."
"But Mistress," Flavia pouted. "We haven't had a real example of manhood like this one since the Master died!"
"Mmmmmmm," agreed Melanie as she removed her lips from Francis' enormous erection. "Please let us have a turn with him, Mistress. It's been soooo long since your husband passed away."
"My second husband," Seka corrected. "God rest his salami --I mean soul--. Off you go now, you brazen wenches. My lady-friends and I will entertain the young man."
"What about us, Mother?" asked Seka's oldest daughter, a decidedly busty brunette. "We have need of him, too. This is the first large specimen to turn up since our step-father departed."
"Yeah," piped up another daughter, a chesty platinum blonde in a tiny cheerleading outfit. "Beatrice is right. Even the football team were a disappointment. None of them were as big as our step-daddy!" Seka's other two daughters chorused their agreement.
"Well, my darlings," Seka said. "You four are just as much to blame for your step-father's death as those insatiable maids. If you all hadn't been such greedy and competitive little hussies, he might not have had that fatal heart-attack. You knew he never could turn down your advances."
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