.." But you don't know what the trouble is?" No, I don't," Katie replied.The deformed little man sighed heavily. "Ah yes, my dear, and I doubt if you'... understand even if I told you in detail... but to make it simple... your father has used two hundred thousand dollars of bank money on an investment of his own... money he has no right to take, and now he wants me to put that money back for him to save him from prison." Prison?" Katie exclaimed, bolting forward to the edge of her chair, her tiny. Hell you’d probably be dead already.” “That’s what I heard, yeah.” “Well, you’re gonna like it here a LOT better. Been there, done that.”He got up and went back into the kitchen whistling and I noted he had a Vietnam type of rank pinned to the back pocket of his fatigues. He was a staff sergeant. I wanted to ask him lots about the goings on out at the border but he was busy. Another cook showed up and said, “Hi,” as he quickly moved into the kitchen. He was probably late. Soon the smell of food. I couldn't decipher all of it but I think a heard "black bitch" more than once. Once he calmed down a bit or maybe he just got tired,I got a tube of lube and put a large dollop on Sue's upturned starfish. Taking a hold of his ball spreader I pulled down until his glands touched the jelly then I wiggled my hand and rubbed his cock head through the lube to coat it. Holding Jim in place on her puckered orifice, I directed Sue to press herself on to his shaft. He groaned with pleasure as his hot. . business is business and when you think about it, there really isn't any difference between the poses we've been doing and any of the Greek statues of two thousand years ago or of the statues that used to hold up clocks and lamps during Victorian times but I think that I speak for Jill, as well, when I say that there is no way ... no way IN HELL that a statue of Jill and me making love will ever, EVER sit on a shelf in Barbara's sex shop. Is that clear?"Kelly waved that away. "I don't care.