"Come on, dear," Kristy said, pointing to her sloppily wet pubic bush which Nancy had serviced recently. "Kneel down over here and get your mouth wor...king!"Shayla, the woman who found it easy to be dominant to me, knelt between Kristy's legs and slowly approached her pussy with her mouth. After a few gentle kisses, Kristy grasped Shayla's head with both hands and pulled her in."Come on, suck this pussy like you mean it!"Nancy smiled at Shayla's reluctance. Over the next several minutes,. We both knew that we could each trust the other to listen, to take what was revealed seriously, to not laugh; in short, to care."Do you want to talk about it?" I think so." She pulled away a bit and propped herself up on one elbow. She looked at me, displaying that slight hesitation in her manner that I had learned to recognize as indicating that she was approaching a difficult subject.I teased her a little, attempting to ease her nervousness. "So tell Little Brother what's so important."She. "I am a good girl. Better than those girls at school who get pregnant. What more do you want?"The older woman gazed down at the young woman smiling. She liked it when they already though they were 'good girls.' then all you had to do was alter their definition of what made one good and they would behave as desired. "We perform many services here at The Nursery. The women who bring their babies here believe that they should be breast-fed, so all the girls get hormones in their food, at least. She didn't care that she was almost naked in her short sweatshirt and bikini panties. By the age of forty eight, she had pretty much lost all her false modesty."What?" she asked the two police officers almost angrily."Sorry to bother you miss, but the manager said you owned the apartment where she found the body?" the young black policeman asked."Yes, I own the whole building. Did she also tell you I worked a twelve hour shift last night and wasn't here till almost 10am. I heard and saw nothing.