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12-2 Boxroom - with benefits

... lost, rather higher profit.

Martin was very good at costings, and always presented Bindi with a per-portion cost price for each dish they offered the client, based on the weight of ingredients used in the recipe. From that, she could add her mark up for labour and profit and fixed costs/overheads, then give her customer an invoice figure per head. Pretty simple to do in Excel once you set it up.

To complement Lyn's dessert, Ally found you could buy pre-made deep fill family-sized shortcrust pastry cases in foil dishes, frozen, in bulk. Thaw them, fill them with various flavours of pie fillings (apple, apple & blackberry, apple & rhubarb, black cherry, tropical) from big catering sizes of cans, cover them with pre-frozen pre-rolled thawed puff pastry for the tops, cut and crimp, bake them. Easy-peasy, lemon-squeezy. (Even Martin could do that. He used the pastry offcuts to make cheese straws for their breaktime.) The time to make a batch of 10 pies, enough for 40-50 people was quick, and the cost of ingredients much less than BSB Catering actually charged for them. OK, they weren't strictly "home-made" but for Bindi and her two cohorts, they never actually published or advertised or promoted that about their food, so didn't feel they were hoodwinking anyone. If asked, they just said everything was produced in their home kitchen by their own hands - read into that what you will.

The two snoring and spanked sisters were by this point fairly full time, but they both ...

... had a few other commitments. They didn't realise for a long while that they were the only ones receiving wages. The others were still not drawing a salary. As long as they were eating, had the roof of a beautiful and comfortable Indian-style house over their head, and Martin's sexual services, the BSB trio were happy (but tired a lot of the time). Every now and again when Mr Marten junior was not available (like on his college nights, or visiting his parents at weekends so they knew he was still alive), Dean & Serena came round to spice up their biryani and enchilada pussies, for want of a better way of expressing it.

Like before, our bathroom was again like the main railway station of a capital city, and everyone came in and out to do what they needed to do without batting an eyelid. The only time it was locked and private was for pooping, but that only applied to Sven and me because, even with the extraction fan full on, our emission odours were just not tolerable.

The three lodging girls all peed and pooped in front of me on many occasions, (no hissers! Damn!!) prolonging it and giving me a good show of wiping their pussies and shit-encrusted arseholes.

One time Sven came in just as I lopped my dick out of my running shorts for a pee, and he did the same. Admittedly, we both had a bit of stage fright at first, but eventually got going. He held mine, and me his, and we crossed streams a few times. His circumcised dick with bright red glans looked really nice, and I ...