IN THE NEST OF YOUNG WIDOWS
A Request for Two Young Men

"What do you want, honey?" a soft voice sounded from the front door of the room and was quite surprising for the residents who were moving about to get off the bed. The occupant whose left arm was injured by the firearm turned to the source of the sound.

"You get changed, Miss," replied the occupant of the room as he continued to move down the bed.

"You shut up, let me change it," the woman stepped into the closet and opened it. The occupant of the room paused his intention. He just sat on the edge of the bed staring at the woman who was picking clothes for him.

"Not to take underwear, Miss. I won't wear it tonight."

"Well, why, honey?"

"Let's not be too bothered when you go to the toilet, Miss."

The woman smiled sweetly and granted the request of the occupants of the room she loved. After picking up the shirt and shorts, the woman approached the occupants of the room.

"Tshirt, Miss? I want to wear a shirt with no sleeves?" protesting the occupants of the room to the woman who is actually the employer.

"Your hands will be sick again, let it be good, dear," the master patiently replied to the words of the occupant of the room.

"My hands are fine, nih," the occupant of the room named Tito raised his injured hand. "It's okay."

The boss smiled and stepped back into the closet and replaced the shirt with the shirt that Tito wanted. After that, he again approached Tito and helped the young man take off his clothes.

Tito was just resigned. Some reject also free, surely the beautiful widow of one child will still do it. What's more, both of them are used to being naked if they are alone, so there is no reason for Tito to feel embarrassed, without wearing clothes in front of his beautiful employer.

"It's over, now what else?" ask A moy again.

"The driver drinks milk, Miss," Tito replied with a cry.

"Yes, I made it a while," replied A moy as he prepared to step into the room.

"Not that milk, Miss," said Tito quickly until his employer did not step up.

"Well, continues?" asked A moy with a confused look.

Tito's unharmed hands moved and grabbed one of the chewy objects on his master's chest while a shy smile of embarrassment. "This one, Miss."

"Geez!" peekkik A moy's. "Dare you naughty huh? You are lying down."

Seeing the young man's behavior, A moy's smile continued to expand. Tito is like a thirsty baby. On the swipe of Tito's cheek with great affection.

"Nake?"

"What a hell, Miss?"

"Aren't the water out, honey?"

"I know, Miss. But that's what makes grown men tick."

A moy smiled widely again. His hand rubbed the cheek of the man who was sipping the tip of his twin hills alternately.

While in the next room, Yoyo was also busy chatting with one of the employers who loved the young man. Although Yoyo was not injured at all, but he still received special attention from his employer.

"Where's the story, Yo? How did Tito get shot like that?" asked the master while feeding the pudding into the young man's mouth.

"Well, Miss A moy or Miss A win didn't tell me?" ask Yoyo whose position is currently sitting at the end of the bed.

"Yes the story. It's just not complete. He said they came when Tito was hit by a firearm."

"Oh that?" yoyo said, and the master seemed to nod several times. "So gini, originally it was ..." Yoyo immediately told me everything that happened from the beginning to the shooting incident.

"Wahh! Good thing you can still move fast, yes dear. And also fortunately Tito can also avoid in time. Don't be too happy if Tito or Zoe hit by a firearm!" The master said as he bergidig, making Yoyo's smile grow.

"Miss."

"Hum? What, Honey?"

"Can I ask you something?" yoyo asked somewhat hesitantly by looking fixedly at the pretty face sitting beside him.

"Ask what, dear?" reply the master gently while looking fixed on the handsome face of his maid.

"May I ask, three more body contact? I'm playing two-on-one again, Miss."

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