Priscilla only wanted to go the kitchen so that she could put back the whip cream can spray into their fridge. Now she had to bring him something else...Priscilla went back to the kitchen and then brought Thomas his crackers."Thomas I hope you enjoy Wrestling. I'm really tired," Priscilla said to him in a tired tone."If you go I will be all alone here. I have no friends. I mean come on. You're my sister. Aren't you supposed to take care of me? I really need you right now to keep me company," he. She found herself being pushed out of the room, back into the main part of the bathroom, up to the sink. She was thrust forward, her arse arched into the air. Feeling his cock at the entrance to her pussy she cried out ‘no, please, not that, not here, please I beg you’. But it was too no avail, wordlessly, he thrust his cock forward, impaling her on it, thrusting back and forward, her hanging breasts swinging with each thrust. ‘Stop, please stop, I’ll get your money’‘Stop’ Phil said at last. 8AM to 8PM for ladies, 8PM to 8AM for men, they have equal hours and both are split up between day and night. Do the same thing for Saturday and Sunday," I said. "We have a week let's think about it and sort it out. If we had said flat out no the media would be here tomorrow."Jenny's face was still red but she was calming down. Marcy and Lorrie both started to speak. Lorrie said, "It makes sense in a way if we can have two exclusive gyms. One lady's and one men's but will it fly?" BJ is right. For this reason alone all of the slaves within the brothel lived in fear of them.--Finally there was the remaining five madams. They were the lowest ranking within the group and had the title of "Brothel Madam" or "Pinks" for the pink teddies they wore. "Brothel Madams" were the ones that directly saw to the upkeep of the brothel and the slaves. It was them that made sure the brothel was cleaned and the slaves were fed and put on display. Like their superiors "Brothel Madams" have complete.