What that would be, I hadn’t decided, yet.“We need to leave here,” I told Dottie. “I’ll take you to my house and then home. You can wear som...e of my sisters’ clothes. I’m sure we can find something to fit you.”“Thank you, Tim,” she whispered through her tears and ragged breathing.We returned to the front room. Dottie saw Tony and his friends there - frozen in place with pain on their faces.“What’s wrong with them?” she asked, confused.“I’ve inflicted a little pain on them,” I told her.“It. He said don't worry, every woman adjusted to it so far.About two minutes later I suppose I heard muted moaning from my wife.For an instant I thought I could perceive my wifes silhouette through the steam cloud, it looked like she was sitting on top of him.My train of thought got interrupted when he started to speak, your wife is able to take it, tell me is this your first time in a turkish bath buddy?I answered with a simply "yes"He replied the first time is physically demanding, the hot steam. I bunched my skirt up and held it with one hand and used my other to pull my blue panties aside to show her my cunny. “Oh look at you dirty girl, your cream is coating your lips,” she said, reaching out and rubbing her thumb up and down my slit, feeling the silky wetness there. “Still no hair on your pussy, your Daddy must love his little girl.”I moaned as quietly as I could at her touch, her thumb running up and down my length. She stopped her thumb directly on my clit and rubbed it gently.. The undertaker, a greasy, greedy little man ran up to Shaylee and asked, "Whoa now, fellas. If'n y'all take all them there valuables, who's gonna pay fer the burials?"Shaylee looked up from the body she was working on and stared at the undertaker for a couple of ticks. She then stood up and grabbed the man by the shirtfront.She said in her dark cold voice, "No one is going to pay you for burying this garbage, because you're not going to bury any of them! I will pay you five dollars to get a.