”“It’d be like trying to have a concert in a cardboard box,” I added.“Well there isn’t anywhere else,” he argued, “can’t you use ear...phones?”“It’s like being all on your own, in earphones,” Lils sighed.Dad looked at her and sighed too. “Well turn it down a bit then.” He gave up and went back downstairs.Ten minutes later he was back: “All I can hear is ‘boom boom boom’!” he said with his head round the door. We’d changed into pyjamas and were lying on the bed in them, so he wasn’t coming all the. .. something... comes over me. I don't know what, but I do begin to feel a little tingle in my most private place. I snake my hand down to my crotch and feel myself. My pussy is damp and my fingers feel so good as they explore myself.My other hand comes up to feel first one and then the other breast, tweaking the nipples that were already erect. I can hear myself moaning, with my eyes closed. The hand working my pussy speeds up and I can feel an orgasm approaching. And then it's there and I. ”“I was going to do it that way, Gertrude.”“Good. Martinez will try to slip some friends in. Tell Cassandra not to let it get out of hand. We don’t mind giving away a little goodwill pussy, but I don’t want to see a line around the block.”Harold nodded, “Word of mouth.”Phillip Montgomery had seen what the Sister Mary Packer Shelter could become. Gertie had seen what Harold’s whore business could become.In addition to renting the apartments for twelve months, Pantone had agreed to pay for. We got out and cleaned ourselves and I went to make breakfast. I was cooking inside and he was in the hall reading newspaper.Suddenly some hands came from back and caught me on my breasts tightly. I was shocked and turned. I saw the blacky.“Oh blacky don’t do mischievous”, I said.He laughed and whispered, “Let me fuck you again and that too ass hole”.“No, no I didn’t have it before, It would be painful, I don’t agree”, Said i.“He said you are my slave this day and you have to obey my orders.