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Until I look back down at my keys. "Yeah. It's been shitty." I attempt to laugh at the terrible pun but it comes out as a half sob.

"Hmm, I can see this. Let me get the door unlocked for us and then we can get that taken care of." Nodding, I pivot my foot around the mess at my feet and back away slowly. RD stands behind my welcome mat and with his long arms, is able to reachforward and unlock the door. He hops over the mess and is back in mere seconds with a plastic shopping bag.

He uses the bag to pluck out my keys and efficiently tucks them inside the plastic before handing it over. "You handle the keys and I will take care of this." He gestures down to the mat with a clear 'yuck' face.

"You can just throw the mat out. I can get another one." He nods and I turn to take the bag into the bathroom. With the door closed behind me, I let out a deep breath and eyed the bag.

Ok, think Edie. How the fuck do you clean shit out of keys? Obviously, I am just throwing the lanyard out. I have no interest in trying to save it. The rest of it is all metal, so it can be cleaned. But... I eye my car's key fob and whimper. It's covered in shit. There is no way to clean that without ruining it.

Well, I'm not going tonotclean this stuff, so I guess it will be something I have to figure out later. I snatch the little bucket I stored under the sink and dump some of the cleaning bleach into it, before adding some hot water. Flipping the bag over, I empty the contents into the bucket.

Twenty minutes later, after several rounds of gagging and a promise to invest in a box of disposable gloves, I have clean keys and a key fob that has started making a weird rhythmic beeping noise. When I take it out to ask RD, he suggests tossing it in a small baggie with some rice.

It can't hurt.

With that all done, and RD beginning to tackle some food, I dip into the bedroom to clear off the bed. It only takes a few minutes to get it all cleared with clean sheets and blankets, and a nicely folded drop cloth that I toss in the corner to deal with later.

JJ still hasn't shown up yet, so I go ahead and snag a shower. I only just get my body wet before a pair of hands comes uparound me to cup my breasts. I lean back against RD's solid chest and let his presence ground me.

He doesn't let me stay comfortable for too long before he is plucking at my nipples and working me into a frenzy. Turning me around to face him, he lifts me up before slamming me down onto his cock. I cry out, but he gives no mercy as he begins thrusting into me, fucking me against the cool tiles. It's only seconds before the slapping sounds of our skin become too much and I come on his cock.

He moans and shoots his jizz into my hole while my pussy milks him for all she can. It's not enough. It's never enough. Both RD and JJ have brought out a side of me that is nearly insatiable. He keeps his cock sheathed inside of me, but turns us so that his back is against the wall. Before I get a chance to question the movement, a pair of big soft titties press against my back.

Oh, fuck yes.

Chapter nine

I've never been turned on by someone nibbling my ears before.

Then again, there is a lot I never knew I could be turned on by. Still, Mommy Domme slowly licks my neck and then nibbles her way up my lobe, causing me to shudder in the steam of the shower.

She reaches around my torso and begins to pluck at my nipples, while Rhett's cock starts twitching inside of me. Most likely in response to his hands kneading away at my asscheeks. When he starts pumping into me, Mommy moves her fingers down to my clit and begins rubbing it hard. It only takes seconds for me to erupt. I feel like I'm a lock and these two know my combination. They never fail to hit that number just right and leave me quaking and screaming their names.

RD hands me off to JJ, who holds me against her while RD washes and rinses my hair. Fully bathed and physically exhausted, I'm wrapped in a towel and carried to the bedroom.

As exhaustion takes hold, I drift away in a warm snuggle pile with the two people I am beginning to love more than anything else in this world.

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Something squeezes my arm tightly and wakes me up out of a nice little nap.

Just as it hits the point of bringing tears to my eyes, the feeling subsides. I wiggle a little and realize I must have been sleeping on it. Waking up from an unplanned nap in the late evening with an achy arm is not what has me feeling sad though.

Nope, that emotion is a direct reflection of the giantemptybed.

I grumble and growl while I find a comfy shirt and sweatpants. Once fully dressed, I open the bedroom door and am assaulted by the best-smelling food ever. I have no clue what it is, but it's herby and buttery and has my mouth watering. My stomach seems to agree as it lets out a loud growl that I can almost hear echoing down the tiny hall.

Following my nose, I make my way out to the living room and spot JJ. Even in her leggings and giant comfy sweater, she looks magnificent. Her long blonde hair is pulled up into a messy bun and her glasses are low on her nose. The contrast to her pristine appearance at school has me nearly giggling. I spot the red pen she twirls around in her fingers and the small frown, and decide to let her finish grading the assignment she is clearly not happy with.

When I turn and make my way to the island that serves as a divider for the kitchen space, I notice RD bopping around the space with an apron on. He spots me watching him and nearly blinds me with his sweet smile. He carries a lump of something and I crawl onto a bar stool opposite his workstation, to watch infascination as he plops a lump of dough onto the floured surface and begins cutting it up into chunks.

A very loud alarm sound assaults my senses and has me covering my ears. For a moment, I panic that it might be some kind of fire alarm or something. The sound stops and as RD pulls a roasting pan from the oven, I realize it must have been a timer. A very loud and obnoxious timer. Not that it seemed to phase anyone else.

In my distraction, RD plopped the dough balls onto a sheet and added them to the oven where the roaster had just been.

In a flurry of plating and garnishing, brushing butter and herbs on the buns, and everything else that has me dizzy, RD completes the most delicious-looking dinner I have ever seen. Roast with carrots, tiny potatoes, crunchy green beans, and flakey dinner rolls, has officially become my new favorite meal. The first bite has me moaning and melting out of my seat.

We eat in a companionable silence and I enjoy the subtle noises that fill the room. I barely even notice the slow muted beeping of my key fob from its rice baggy in the bathroom.

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