.. which restaurant was it?”“Private Prospects, why?”Suddenly Linnea’s eyes were like saucers.“That restaurant ... that’s the place where ...everybody wants to go. I mean everybody important.”Now I was able to smile a bit.“Well, the dishes didn’t look that spectacular, but the storage areas were nice and clean. So, maybe it is something special.”Linnea looked me with a serious look on her face. Well, even more serious than normally. When I looked at those green eyes there seemed to be something. The water in the sink ran for a bit.“Mick, do you have any plans for this morning?”“I am playing it my ear right now. Yesterdays plans have been kind of shot to hell.”“What were those plans?”She said as she came walking out of the bathroom, the dark triangle below her belly stood out in mild contrast to the tan of her skin. That was when I realized that Bambi might not be white. She stood next to my side of the bed with her pubic hair calling my name.“Bambi, may I ask a bit of a personal. Finally things calmed down some, only because Becky had spent herself on fighting them and was now trying to catch her breath. Jim began rocking the chair in an effort to get his wife in full view. What he could glimpse caused his heart to race. Becky had been laid out on her back with the thick post under her shoulders. Her outstretched arms were tied at each end. Manuel was now tying second rope around her upper arms holding the post tightly against the back of her neck. Becky was splayed out. ”“She’s butt-ugly, Jerry! You could fix that in a heartbeat, and give her a body like you gave Nancy and me. Margo would love you forever.”Nancy heard us and stood up, letting my cock slip out of her pussy.“Jerry - Angie’s right. Please, tell me that you’ll meet my step-Mom. Margo is the sweetest person you’ll ever meet and you would never know she has a penny either. Even if you didn’t like her, Angie and I would pay you to fuck her and give her a body to match ours.”“Not that I’m even.