“The producer wants to see you” said the gofer. The gofer was a k**, who looked about sixteen. “Nice tits” he said. Cheeky little bugger. Sukk... put a wrap on, and wearing heels, went to find the producer, who she had yet to meet. The butt plug was where it belonged, at least for now, up her arse. Sukky knocked and entered his office. The producer was the “wanker” from the day Sukky had met Ophelia. “Hello” he said. “ Enjoying yourself again I see.” Sukky knew what he wanted. He wanted a blow. When she went into the store she saw nearly all the displays needed to be straightened and the floors swept. It didn’t look as if Paul had done anything while she was working in the Bordello. Of course she had known things were a mess having seen it nights after she came home from work and mornings before she returned to work. She had even made an attempt to set things right several mornings before leaving but never had the time to do everything.She sat in Paul’s chair behind the counter and. “Such a huge contrast between our part of the world and the one ruled by the Holy Ghost. The world is definitely forming up into two warring camps. On their side, violence, mayhem, cruelty, and oppression. On ours, rampant promiscuity, kinkiness, omnisexuality, ... and peace. A nonviolent world, free of unnecessary bloodshed. Remember when Jennifer Beals spent Groundhog Day and Leap Day this year on a bed in a strip mall parking lot, getting her holes plugged by any shoppers of age. How many. She leaned over, held her tongue out, and licked the nipple."See Daddy, now, this is farming at its best," she giggled softly. "Christie, would you like my Daddy to work on your strawberries?" Looking up into Christie's eyes, she saw them dart toward her face and then at Ashley's Dad, and nodded 'Yes'. Squirting more cream to both Christie's nipples, she turned grasping his overall shoulder straps and pulled him down toward the creamy white nipples."Lick them Daddy, she wants your tongue on her.