" Please, Esther, please forgive me. I had no idea you were so serious about Tamara. I apologize. How can I make it up to you, darling? I'll do anythi...g you want... anything."Esther motioned for me to sit beside her, ignoring Danielle and planting a wet kiss on my exposed cock."Pull up your bloomers, slut. Let me sit on your lap while I decide what to do with my former lover who I thought was my friend. My, but you are so hard, Tamara. Is it me or do you want to fuck Danielle?"I whispered in. He rested his right hand on her buttock and asked if she was ready in a most condescending tone. Then he began. Again she did her best but her legs flailed about. Again Mr Jones used this as an excuse to grope her legs and arse. Her bottom was getting rather hot. And she could feel Mr Jones’ cock pressing against her stomach.After another six smacks, Jim told her to stand. But as she did so Mr Jones kept his hand in place on her buttocks, kneading and squeezing the soft flesh up her. "Not bad, huh, Alex. You could have had some of this whenever you wanted, you know," she said, smiling broadly. She reached down with a finger and stroked the lips of her labia. I just sat there, rather fascinated. I almost felt hypnotized by this snake before me. I blinked again, now noticing that she was actually starting to lubricate, a drop of wetness glistening between those bare lips.I gathered myself together suddenly, trying to figure just what the hell was going on. "Okay, Laura. You. I know we have a lot to talk about. About just now, and all the things I promised to tell you earlier. But I think the easiest way for me to explain things would be to show you this. She held the photo-album in her hands. She opened it to the first picture. It was a black and white picture of what looked like Ellis Island. I saw a group of immigrants standing in line to see a man at a desk. They all held briefcases and some of the women were covered in that kind of shawl I cant help but.