Neither one of us even bothers to put on any clothes. I do stop and plug my phone into the charger. “Darling, we need to get slut a couple more phone chargers for this bedroom. You, Jill, me and whomever else sleeps in here everyone needs their phone to charge up. Let’s order about 5 chargers from Amazon and have them delivered, sound good darling?” I ask as we casually walk to the bed. I get into the bed first. Dakota gets in right after me and pulls herself against my body. I put my arms around her, and she does the same thing to me. We kiss for quite a while. When we break from the kiss, Dakota turns over and wiggles her back up against me. I feel her tight little ass and it takes a large amount of control not to just take her right there, but I am able to internal refrain. It takes about a half hour of just me holding her before I hear her lightly snoring. I pull her in a bit tighter and hear, “I love you, Daddy,” before another snore. I whisper in her ear, “I love indian you too my darling.” It’s not much longer before I drift off to sleep. Jill, of course, is still in her office working with BJ. With all the work that BJ has done lately to help Jill, I think that I should give BJ a raise, not a huge cumshot one but enough of a raise to let her know that we appreciate all the hard work she is doing. Of course, I’ll run this past Jill before we do it. CHAPTER 5 When I woke up in the morning, I found a pair of arms around me holding me tightly from my back. I knew it wasn’t Dakota as I could see her little tight body right in front of me. I gently turned onto my back and it was exactly whom I thought it was, my darling wife Jill. I sat up and quietly got off the bed. I went into the bathroom went through my normal morning duties. Since Latina I took a shower before going to bed, I skipped the shower. Remembering what Fernandez told me, that I should stay at the Chateau for the next day made me start putting a list together to do some work from the house. I put on a pair of shorts and a white tee shirt and grab my phone and head out of the bedroom. It dawns on me as I’m making my way to the kitchen that we don’t have an exercise room, something that we should get for these days that I’m unable to go anywhere. When I get to the kitchen, Sammy asks what I would like for breakfast. I ask if he could make me a basic cheese omelet but with fried potatoes and onions to go along as a side. While he is putting that together for me, I run upstairs to the office to get my laptop to do some work downstairs for a change. When I return to the kitchen with my laptop, I find a glass of pineapple juice waiting for me courtesy of Bobby. I open my laptop and begin doing some work since its still early, barely 7 am. I do hear some stirring of people waking up and getting ready to go to work. I expect to see Diane and Jennifer in about an hour all ready to go to the office today since my little discussion with her yesterday. I log into work email and find another truckload of emails for me. I go through and delete the duplicates. The first thing that I go to is the Dallas districts of the hotel and the restaurant chains, once again Dallas is near the bottom of both brands. Clearly, it’s becoming time to make changes there. I start with the restaurant creampie group. I break down each restaurant by the district manager. The worst ones seem to be the ones with the most tenure, so in theory, it should be exactly the opposite. “I know. No way, José! And taking a internal deep breath, I let my brother push my Latina head down and my lips to his penis. Michael grabbed her hair and held her there. He got to the landing, knocked on Betsy’s door, and steeled himself for her presence, only to find somebody else receiving him when it swung open. “I'm catching up,” I purred. She slid her arms out of her sleeves and unhooked her bra. Heather shook her head in agreement, then creampie asked, “So what gives with John?” Brenda was still cleaning a glass “And what will your girlfriend be having, Sam?” I get the sense from indian BJ that she is having second thoughts. She put her hands on Shari's cheeks and forced slut her cumshot lips open. But this was no simple, "thank you" kiss. She had already looked him over while he simply stood there watching her. I returned to her. I know this is wrong.