“Oh -”“Yeah, something about a traffic jam,” I answered her puzzled look.“Jamie’s driving?”“Yep,” I nodded and we both laughed.“We...ll, the table is set. We’ll just have to wait,” she headed to the couch.“I know what we should do,” I smirked. A quizzical look flashed before dissipating with a “No.”“C’mon,” I slowly leaned into her, my hand moved across her face down her neck, while the other traced her shoulder and arm. “You’ve been working non-stop this past week. Your body is tense.”“It’s also. This pain, this humiliation and degradation, this house, this hatch, Dominique -- they were all part of a carefully designed plan, a hideous fucking machine with one purpose: to take the darkest and most filthy fantasies from the rotten old man's brain--fantasies that have grown and festered in his deranged mind for a lifetime--and make them reality. At the heart of it all was a list which churned the gears of this dreadful machine forward. It was a series of daily tasks that Dominique must. Mom had only stockings, garter belt and heels and she both men's very large black cocks in he hand. Mom and the 2 negros all had their eyes close obviously in deep pleasure. The next group of photod were of mom, Juny and Beryl sucking th enegros men's very large black cocks. The one I remember most vividly was shot behind the bar with all the people looking over tthe lenght of the bar with mom sucking Joe the Bartenders very long black cock. I cound not see for sure but it looked like mom had. Tamara shared a dormitory about a kilometre away from the Elysian Nursing Home with other nurses and care assistants. They all worked in care homes owned by Twilight Care (a St. John-Easton company) that were scattered about Morecambe, Lancaster and surrounding villages. A dormitory didn't afford much privacy, but it did provide the opportunity, if Tamara felt like it, to strike up a romantic relationship with one of the many male nurses and care assistants that also shared the dormitory..