Vanessa looked up as he entered, then curiously asked. "Has she started cooking?"
"She’s just about to," Sylvester replied, sitting down beside her.
Vanessa smirked, setting the container aside. "Anabel will make a good maid," she said, and Sylvester frowned slightly. "Vanessa, don’t say that about her."
"Why not?" Vanessa shot back. "Am I wrong? She’s always eager to help, bringing fruit salads. It’s like she lives for serving us. Isn’t she? She will do whatever we ask without question. Honestly, she will make a perfect maid." She finished, and Sylvester sighed, shaking his head.
"She’s doing all of this out of kindness, Vanessa. Let’s not talk about her like that. She's just a good girl and not dumb. She's doing it for the love she has for me." Sylvester said, but Vanessa laughed. "You are talking as if you care for her."
"All I need is the money, yes. We don't need to mock her."
"But she’s practically doing everything we ask without hesitation. Isn't she?" Vanessa asked. "Anyway, there is something I missed, and I want to have it now."
"What is that?" Sylvester asked.
"This." She said and moved her hand down, towards his crotch. "You know... I've missed it so much. And I'm sure you missed mine too." She said and began to rub her hand above his briefs.
"I don't think this is the right time for this. We can do this later, okay?" Sylvester said, but Vanessa responded by sliding her hand inside his pants. "No, I think it's the right time." She replied and then felt his warm dick in her hand.
"Don't tell me you didn't miss me." She whispered sexily into his ear and wrapped her hand around his soft dick.
"I do miss you... but we can do it after. Let's wait till she goes. I'm supposed to be in the kitchen with her. Helping her out. You know she's pregnant. Let me go and help her." Sylvester said.
"So you really want to go? Your dick is getting hard, Sylvester." She said and began to stroke him slowly.
"It's getting hard because you are touching it."
"No, that is not the truth." Vanessa countered. "You are getting hard because you want it. You missed me, and you can't wait to have me."
"Vanessa, you need to stop." Sylvester said and tried to take her hand out, and she grabbed it firmly. "She might come and catch us. You know how terrible it will be. All our plans...our efforts...it will be useless." Sylvester warned her, but she responded by pulling his briefs down to reveal his strong dick.
"She is busy in the kitchen. She won't come now. Let's enjoy ourselves while she cooks for us." Vanessa said as she kept moving her soft hand up and down his shaft.
"This is crazy, Vanessa. Anabel doesn't deserve this. She's cooking for us."
"That's none of my business. This is what I want now. I don't care if she's cooking for us. We didn't force her. She decided to be our cook. Let's focus and enjoy ourselves. Let's get ourselves exhausted since food is coming."
"The door is not locked; let me go and lock it."
"Don't be scared. She won't come. Trust me."
"But...." Sylvester wanted to say something, and she took his dick in her mouth, preventing him from completing his statement. At this point, Sylvester could no longer resist. She began to bob her head up and down, giving him a sloppy head.
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Back in this kitchen, Anabel was busy cooking for them. Slicing onions, peppers, and other ingredients, not knowing what was happening at her back. Vanessa was not eating the fruit salad but was busy eating Sylvester instead.