He was probably working on some esoteric formula on his computer. He reached Louise’s door, and knocked softly. From inside Louise’s voice quietly...asked, ‘Who is it?’ ‘It’s Steve.’ ‘Come on in.’ Steve opened the door and stepped inside. Louise’s large bedroom was dark except for a shaded lamp in one corner, and a couple of candles burning on the coffee table. Louise was standing by the window. The scent of her perfume wafted over to him. It was something slightly musky and sweet. She was. She said she wanted to do something for herself, it was me she needed to tastewanting me to cum in her mouth, she swallowed then she told me she was late. I was stunned and shocked this happened and the way she told me was crassI asked what she would say to her husband because about us he can't know.It couldn't be undone and with our lust still in control, I had to have her assshe gave it to me despite my size, it hurt her but let me go until I had to blow. We had as many sessions as we could. Sally just made the comment that Paul was like this after he played at the computer for any length of time. She wasn't concerned at all.Ed was, though. He hoped Paul didn't feel in his disconnected mind, that he had to do this just because he (Ed) had handed the books to him. "Paul, look at me."Paul momentarily stopped his motions and turned to face Ed. Ed looked into the boy's eyes and surprised, he saw lucidity lurking there. It was only a flash and then Paul went back to his usual habitual. With a few notable exceptions, they aren't welcome.”“Like Bobbie's pimp,” she asked with a wry smile."Oh, he's definitely not welcome here. Ruby's got a shotgun behind the bar and she's not afraid to use it. And he knows she will. And don't think about what the law might say. Gentleman Jim's black and a known pimp while she's a white woman who owns her own business and stays out of trouble.”“And how does one stay out of trouble running a lesbian bar in a bad neighborhood?”“Don't let the minors.