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equipped with mirrors all around, a disco ball hanging from the ceiling, a circular bed, a sex swing, and of course the infamous stripper pole. Tyce excitedly approved of the space and planned to utilize it to the fullest.
                  Angelique busied herself in the kitchen on this Thursday evening preparing fried chicken, ga rlic mashed potatoes, rolls, with a chef salad on the side. She did most of the cooking; she made it her responsibility to make sure Tyce was eating properly. Dallas took up the cleaning duties, keeping the house tidy and placing air fresheners in every room. Although both of them were multi millionaires, they still had that domestic bone in their body that kept them grounded…plus Tyce already said no to a house keeper when they both asked him. He preferred to have only people he knew and trusted in his house.
                  Cabinets closed and drawers opened as Angelique cooked her version of southern fried chicken. She timed the meal perfectly as she knew Tyce would return home from the shooting range in about a half hour. Her tight jeans had flour dust on the thighs but her tank top was spotless. Flip-flops clung to her pretty feet as she stepped lightly around the kitchen. Because of the heat from the deep fryer as well as the oven, her long hair was pinned up, allowing the back of her neck to breath. As she checked the chicken, Dallas walked in smiling.
    “Damn that smells good! I see you Paula Dean !” “She aint got shit on me, plus I’m about a hundred pounds lighter.” Angelique sucked her teeth.
    “Don’t forget prettier.” Dallas snatched a grape tomato off the top of the salad.
    “Yes, don’t forget that. Are you hungry?”
    Dallas munched the tomato, “Hell yeah, I haven’t ate all day. Did you make any appetizers?”
    “Naw I didn’t sorry.”
    “Well then, I gue ss your titty will have to do. ”
    Dallas grabbed the ranch dressing off the counter and simultaneously lifted Angelique’s shirt up. Her bra free breast hung freely as Dallas gently fondled it with her fingertips. She poured a dollop of ranch dressing on Angelique’s nipple and proceeded to lick it off.
    “Mmmmm, that feels good.” Angelique palmed the back of Dallas’s head.
    Dallas continued to suck and lick as the nipple responded to the heat of her tongue and began to harden. Angelique put the tongs on the counter and moved her hand toward Dallas’s shorts pulling the elastic out to give her hand more room to slide in. Two fingers began to rub the clit; slow at first then moved faster matching the rhythm of the ton gue swirling around her nipple.
    “Ssssss that’s my spot.” Dallas admitted while keeping the chocolate drop clenched gently between her front teeth.
    Beep beep beep beep beep, the timer on the deep fryer rang signaling the end of this round.
    “Girl you ‘bout to make me burn this chicken up.”
    Dallas released her tender bite, “I told you I was hungry.”
    “Well we could have a three layer cake for desert, you, me, and Tyce.” Angelique winked as she reached for the tongs again.
    “You read my mind babe, we gonna wear his ass out tonight, he might need a Viagra!” Dallas laughed. “Uhhh you might wanna pull your shirt down unless you enjoy getting popped by hot grease.”
    “Thanks, smart ass.” Angelique rolled her eyes playfully.
    “You’re welcome…I don’t want anything to happen to the twins…they’re my favorites.”

Here We Go Again
     
    “Ok, I got three movies to choose from; I got a horror movie, an action movie, or a love story. Which one you wanna watch?” Ranae stood in the theatre room holding up the DVD boxes.
    “You can choose babe, it dosen’t matter to me.” Sway responded nonchalantly.
    “Please, 30 minutes into the romantic comedy yo ass will be sleep. I think I’ll compromise tonight and go with the action flick.”
    Sway stood up from the huge couch and stretched his muscular arms above his head. He grabbed