Once the third piece popped, out came the peanut butter (Jif smooth only). In my head, I decided to hand Amy one of the unused Visa cards and have Jill order her an unlimited Visa as well as an AMEX. If she was going to run the house, then she needed a financial way to be successful. I kept reading stats from the various brands. I looked up the stats on the three limo companies that we owned. The Vegas one had an increase in sales continually since we purchased them. The two in LA, not so much. While sales had not gone down, reservations had. In my head, we were taking fewer customers but getting more from them. For the Happee, Hardcore Happy limo pov brand, that was fine since they held the ‘client' side of the business. But Black Car Limo had gone down in the number of reservations as well as overall sales. I made notes about chatting with Paula about this. Dakota wandered out to the kitchen. I kissed her good morning. She looked at the coffee pot and frowned. She went over to it preparing it for the morning workout. I handed Dakota my notepad. She read the notes and put her phone to use getting the plane ready by texting the company that kept everything ready on skinny the plane. By the time her coffee was ready, she told me that the plane would be ready. I made a list of items that I wanted Amy to get for the house. More cookware, more cooking utensils, plates, glassware, silverware, cups (Tervis brand), coffee mugs, at least two different size bowls, amateur a mixer, a blender, a petite multi-slice toaster, a second coffee pot (one of those K-cup types), serving ware, and knives of various sizes and maybe a large block to hold them, a knife sharpener, mixing bowls, large popcorn bowls, and one more appliance for the kitchen……an ice maker (I hate buying bags of ice and the one on the fridge would not be able to keep up when we're entertaining or when the weather gets unseasonably warm). I put a Visa card on the note. Dakota slid the note over to herself and read it, making sure that I had not forgotten anything important. I texted John and Diane's phone asking them to find 4 college friends, who could be trusted to assist my new person at ‘The Hawk' (formerly the Kraft building). I need them to be able to wear dress slacks, short-sleeved collared dress shirt, dress shoes, and a belt. I emphasized a belt, saying that if there are belt loops on the pants, a belt is required. I said that we are certainly willing to work around their college schedules. I also texted Paula about needing to talk today about the limo companies. She unzips her jeans and pulls jeans and underwear off to display a nice bush. There was strange-looking monitor and a large, weirdly-colored keyboard. “Hey Mark, stay on your back, Pam, you mount him.” I heard Lyn say. But no more, you’ll be Lori’s cuckold slave, Hardcore working your ass off every day pov to make money for Lori and Michael to spend and enjoy.” He walked onto the porch and it was the mailman. You will also have no reservations about talking to me about it while we are in the office and alone. He made futile attempts to cover it with one hand. I was actually grinding petite my hips and simultaneously pushing back against the cock in my ass. Mistress Alex grinned at her. I can't handle another fucking from anyone right now. “Damn, you’ve got a cute ass,” he skinny told her amateur as he whacked her again.