.. that she had really screwed up her life and marriage..." So, Pam took her in her arms and held her. Took her into the kitchen and got her some ...coffee and told her to relax and tell her what happened. As Charlotte talked Pam listened and kept consoling her. Then, Pam said, "you need to pray about it, I will pray for you and we will keep this private. No one from the church should ever find out, nor your family as they would disown you -- a black man -- wow, really? Also, you need to. “Bend over!” she instructed. “Now spread your feet!” Jen’s tone was dominant. She was now in full control of whatever it was that was to take place in what remained of the evening ahead.I bent at the waist as she directed and spread my feet. The air in the bathroom flowed freely between my legs, which heightened the sense of exposed vulnerability that I felt my genitals felt. Her hand felt distinctly cooler than my raging scrotum as she supported in her palm, while fondling my balls with her. She's quite smart, funny, and as it turns out, can hold her liquor pretty well.The answer about Jason finding her, however, was a bit of a surprise. "She's Anissa's daughter," he said flatly, then grinning.Anissa was Jason's second wife. I never met her, and only heard little about her over the course of time we'd known each other. I certainly didn't know she had had k**s. "Last time I saw her she was still pretty young," Jason said. "We always got along, though, didn't we?" he asked. .. That would be heaven for some of our ‘regulars’.” She smiles.“But er ... You have to do your own ‘research’ first, to make sure it’s a safe option...” Smirks Renae.“Absolutely.” Nods our guest. “When do I start?” She smirks a little, trying to suppress a grin of anticipation.We cut to a shot of the buxom redhead undressing in one of the consulting rooms at the medical centre. Blouse unbuttoned, showing off a large slice of cleavage, held up by a bra that much have been designed by industrial.