" She chuckled and disappeared.Amelia looked up from the book she was reading at an open window, squinted, licked her lips, put down her book and plac...ed her folded hands in her lap. "This, I assume," she said calmly, "is some of the nosy madam's doing."I nodded and looked at her. She was a bit more lush than I recalled, somewhat better upholstered you might say, and her dark hair now framed her fine face with two wings, held back by combs, a very pleasant woman to look at. She was dressed in. She got some weird looks but no one said anything. She found the first boy that looked somewhat intelligent, which was a cute redhead boy with freckles and asked, Um do you know where Connor Johnson is. He looked at her surprised, Ya he went upstairs with chick. She got more enraged then ever, Ok thank you. Youre not gonna call the cops, right? Brandon asked. Probably not. She rushed upstairs in a hurry, stepping over two girls making out on the stairs. She gets to the first door and opens. “I’m glad you could make it,” she said with a shy smile. “Do you enjoy watching me?”I didn’t answer. In two strides I was at the foot of the bed, tearing off my clothes.She looked up at me with her puppy dog eyes. “I want you to lick my pussy.”She was testing me. She wanted to see what I would do. How much control she had over me.I knelt down, my eyes between her legs. Her pussy, tummy and thighs were covered with sperm. It was all over her labia, the lovely tight tendon at the base of her. Don’t ya just love it? What I don’t quite understand is why there would be a slut in Nevada, unless you’re a very bad slut, because you could get all the cock you want and make great money at it. Why just give it away? I failed to inform you that I did make enough money bartending that I bought a whorehouse. Most of my girls are putting themselves through college or are housewives looking to help achieve the American Dream as quickly as possible. I can get top quality because I can recruit.