"Shantelle emptied her glass and slid off the stool. It made her skirt ride up and her tits bounce. He reached out to stop her. "Shantelle," he said. ...Please, give me a few minutes more." She hesitated. He went on. "I have her son with me. Olga hasn't seen him since the day he was born." He produced another fifty-dollar bill. She stared at it, then made it disappear. "One minute," she said.He took a deep breath. "You don't have to tell me who she is or where she lives," he went on. "But I am. "The queen sized mattress with the bedding was dragged into the larger bedroom. The older girls came in too, and placed their babies into a large blanket lined box, saved from when I moved my things into the house. Dog, fire, and the dishes were all attended to. After they went to the bathroom, they settled on the larger bed to watch.My arousal did not subside. I think all the females were working on my brain to keep me interested, as if that were needed. The lights were turned out, and the. I had never been to a bathhouse so I did some research online. The place got mixed reviews, but it had a sauna and a steam room, perfect.I arrived at the bathhouse around noon feeling like crap. It was an older Latin man working in the front. I guessed he realized that I was a newcomer, he was very friendly and informative. I got my towel and headed to the dressing room. It was empty in the dressing room and I quickly started to undress, when a man in his early 50s came in. I really didnt pay. I love that we’ve always been able to communicate with each other so well babe and that you believed me and understood when I told you that I didn’t need your penis at all and that you shouldn’t get frustrated trying to please my pussy with it. All of that unneeded stress has been behind us!It’s like now with your penis locked in it’s cute little cage, it’s like my reassurance to you that I definitely don’t need it or want it and you don’t get so frustrated anymore trying to use it. I love that.