It smelled delicious so I proposed a toast. “Saludo a los cocineros.” 'salute to the cooks.' We all clapped interracial and they both gave a small bow. “Gracis.” Everyone was in a good mood and the conversation was light and entertaining. Neva and I spoke of our younger indian days We were all so full and there was still more on the table to be eaten. Grandma Galena had her meal in her room and we went up to say goodnight to her and hope she got better soon. “I'll be back on my feet very soon, until then I want you all to keep my house tidy. I'll be checking up on you when I'm well. You'll see.” “Night Grandma.” we all said. Maria had some calls to make and excused herself from joining the rest of us down by the pool. We got some more cold Sangria from the fridge sat around the pool talking. The night was beautiful with all the stars on view and bright. Light music was coming from somewhere down the hill and riding the sweet breeze to caress us. As they entered, Donna noticed the black man, now introduced as Tracey, was well built and a gentleman. My dick was hard af and I was rubbing it over her ass. When I returned from the bathroom, I saw my two sleeping partners still indian in their state of slumber. Baby Doll can you get the server set up in the secure room for me she said we never broke it down from the first time Daddy and we still have the safety protocols you set up before in place. Things had almost gotten back interracial to how they were when the two first met. I leaned closer to him, nudging my shoulder against his. The doorbell rang. She grasped my head with both hands as she gyrated her hips back in forth bringing her cock in and out of my throat. Loretta looked at him. Sandy was now kneeling in her kitchen, naked, shackled, clamped, plugged, gagged and collared, dreaming she was at school in front of the two dominating women. Breathing a sigh of “damn i would like to fuck her”, I closed the door. “You can be a devious little bitch when you want to be Georgia.” Kate said. “Come, sit on my lap.”