Rachel obediently went to the pot, checked the food, stirred it, taking a glance back at her mother bent over the table, and her sister under it.  She looked at the second gnoll.<br/><br/>Beth expertly worked on Harker's father, deep-throating him, even as she moved her ass back a little bit at Harker, her eyes looking up at the father.<br/><br/>Shylee did not move from under the table...her tongue occasionally slipping to touch her mother's folds, her ass in the air.