Once you start makingmoney Eddie keeps it for you on a tab; Mabel will deduct your expensesand such and will also give you cash or goods when you need...them."I realised what Carmel was explaining to me of course. As Eddie's prisonaccountant I had indeed managed his books and was aware that he hadsomeone else look after his 'working girls' and put money into and outof that part of the account; but all I ever saw were the profits. Itnever occurred to me how complicated this side of his business. She held out her hand in greeting, "Mr Phillips, nice to meet you my name is Maneka Patel."For a moment Roger was struck dumb by the beauty of this woman but he recovered to shake her hand, "Nice to meet you, um, Ms Patel." Oh, Maneka, please. The owner of the property is away for two weeks but we are free to show prospective buyers around. Please follow me."As she unlocked the door, Roger's eyes went to her quite large bottom in a tight black skirt, just as Maneka knew that they would.She. ’She was silent for a minute or two, her mind miles away and long ago. When she continued it was quietly and with a sense of regret in her voice.‘You know, he never once gave me an orgasm? He would just fuck me from on top and roll off when he had cum and I always had to go to the bathroom to clean up and bring myself off.’It was an extraordinary revelation but quite plausible knowing how he had been with us.‘I’m so sorry mum.’ I said softly putting my hand on hers.She shrugged and. Her hands on my hips. We danced. We kissed. She grinned at me. She came into me, We wrapped our arms around each other. Her breasts were warm on my chest. More people had gathered around us. Many people. They watched and photographed.I moved away, my hands above me. She hooked her fingers in my jocks. We moved to the rhythm. Slowly, she slipped my jocks down. There were cheers. People hooted and clapped, they took pictures. My jocks fell to my ankles. I kicked them off. Some one caught them. My.