She was a brothel keeper and asked me to make some custom designs for an establishment that specialised in Women Of A Certain Age.’ He had a hard on... now but she was not giving him anything back. She went over to her computer and opened up a folder entitled ‘Voice Files January to March 08’. They were numerically listed but she went straight to one and double clicked on it and turned up the volume on the speaker. He could hear panting and heavy breathing and soft wordless sounds. It sounded like. She looked back at Ragan.“Ragan, I need you to take your clothes off.”“I hope you are not suggesting in here.”“I told you, I make the rules, and call the shots. Now take off your damn clothes.”Ragan slid her arms from under the straps of the gown. She wiggled the gown down to her feet.The gown gathered at her satin blue pumps.Ragan stepped out of her gown and kicked it aside.The woman stepped in front of Ragan. She palmed her breasts.“Nice, I know my husband will have a thrill with these.”Ragan. Then Madge spread Timmy's smooth hairless cheeks slightly then workedthe round, flesh colored base tight against Timmy's bottom as his hipswrithed and he "glubbed" and "mmuffed" as he strained at the creakingstraps as he gasped and then whimpered.Madge smiled with satisfaction as she worked the pink, ruffled nylonrhumba panties up over the pink satin bowed pouch holding his manhoodand smooth scrotum. She then pulled and smoothed the panties up tightover his bottom and up high and tight on his. “She wouldn’t shut the fuck up about you,” Justina sniggered. “All she could talk about was how she was going to be your most faithful disciple, how she’d worship you endlessly, how she’d gladly give her life for you.” Justina glanced curiously at the slight bulge in the sheets between my legs. “You must be something else, Brandon.” Tera bustled into the room with aspirin capsules in one hand, and a bottle of her most expensive wine in the other. Apparently, water was too lowly a drink to grace.