"you're really built well."I turned slightly, to acknowledge her compliment and that's when her one hand found my cock through my painter's pants."Oh ...y" she exclaimed. "You're REALLY built well, aren't you?"I didn't know what to say so I just cleared my throat."Why don't you just stand up there for a bit" Rhonda suggested, "it seems that you're at the perfect height."There I was, standing on the platform of a painter's stool, holding my paint and my brush, as Rhonda unzipped my pants and. I had spent over a year in relative solitude reflecting on the pastevents that had shaped my life. Becoming a recluse, I retreated in mysecluded home and wooded surroundings of the western Maine countryside.Gradually, my wounds had mended and I had nearly recovered financially.My thoughts began turning to sexual intentions. I had spent a largeportion of my free time reading books and magazines to keep myselfoccupied in the face of growing loneliness. My sexual appetite hadincreased and I. Her eyes were as wide as saucers, her mouth open in a wide "O" shape, and she was clawing at the table as he began eating her out from behind. But he had her pinned against the table and she had no way to escape his tormenting tongue. Tony feasted on her as best he could but he couldn't seem to get enough of her sweet juices. "Turn around," he said, and he gave her ass a playful smack.Lydia gasped and turned around. Tony stood up and hefted her up on the conference table. He gently pushed her. The large man laughed and said, "Well, I think that tells me who the new Madame is going to be, doesn't it? You seem to have the girls under control and to have no fear of any man who walks in here, even if he is the local Policebot Director."It dawned on Martha that this was the sadistic local Policebot chief that Madame had warned them about, and who had, presumably, ordered Madame's arrest yesterday; and he seemed to be taking over owner's rights on the House of Joy and to be appointing her.