" Hot enough, I suppose," respnded Tracy.He was sitting at a desk in a back room of his favorite strip club. Tracy was standing in front of the desk w...ere he could "inspect the merchandise," as Spiker put it. She had wavered back and forth as to whether she wanted to turn "pro," but an argument with Richard had tipped the balance and after the husband had left for work she had called Spiker and arranged a meet."How good are you?" he grinned."Why don't we find out," she retorted pointing to a. ‘Mother, please ask him to stop!’ she pleaded. Her answer was to lower herself onto her daughter’s face, smothering the protest. The more the priest licked and probed with his tongue, the stronger the itch became until his touch was almost painful. Zoë began moaning louder, longer, but it was swallowed up by her mothers cunt on her face. Her hips began to involuntarily buck, working to increase the touch, the ecstatic feeling, the buildup to another mind blowing orgasm like the one she. The four of them had made themselves comfortable on the sofa and armchairs and the manner in which they were sprawled left little room for anyone else (aka, me!) to sit so I went and sat on a chair at the dining table. I didn’t mind although it was a little unsettling that everyone, including Helen, seemed to be ignoring my presence but from my position I was content with watching what might happen.The flirty banter began between them and Helen and then someone suggested putting some music on. With the help of the income from my inheritance (to which I was now fully entitled), and a few like-minded women I found via the agit-prop pages in Time Out, I began to actively take on the prison system and misogynist behaviour in general. My priority was, of course, Steve. I set a private detective to work on the Judge who had pushed the jury to convict Steve of murder while knowing the truth.A couple of months after later, my friend Melissa, a big sexy girl convicted for dealing large.