Me: Shorts or pants?Sunethra: Only shirt, with wet hairs.Me: You are making me horny. My dick is hard.Sunethra: So what. I am all yours for the full d...ay. You can do whatever you want.I was aroused hearing her messages.Me: I will taste every bit of you.Sunethra: Make me cum very badly. I am super thrilled.I stopped the taxi a few meters before the shared location. I got out of the cab and called Sunethra mobile asking her about the house. She walked out of the house, saw me, opened the gate. I. . . that 99 percentof beautiful women don't have any interest in being strippers. Thegirls that were showing up for interviews were attractive . . . butcertainly not the types that were going to make me rich. Enter theformula. All of the sudden it dawned on me. I could use theformula to transform any woman that was interested in workinghere into a gorgeous erotic dancer. Soon, with their completeconsent, I had twenty or so of the most beautiful women anyonehad ever seen. The place became. It had so many stains on it, of various hues and colors. Trisha didn't even want to think about what else had been done on that mattress. She cringed as Everett guided her gently to the bed. "I'm sorry, Trish. We have to do this…" I know, Ev. I know…" She tried not to whimper as she felt her boyfriend press her to the mattress, his body on top of hers. She reached down, clasping her hand around the base of his rigid shaft. She guided him in, groaning as she felt his penis slide between her cunt. It was what Uncle Bunny must have meant when he told me to look at what Dad had done with most of the money he'd worked so hard for, over the years. He'd turned right around and thrown it into Mama's hobby. That she'd allowed him to do it showed me she wanted to return to their starting position, her being wealthy, and him lagging very far behind. She had invested about two percent of her total worth in her hobby, while Dad put up about eighty per cent of his. Eighty per cent of what remained.