"Pilar looked down at the tiny girl in her arm. It was not fair of Thesia to put the baby in her arms. How could she resist now? Did she even want to ...esist? She looked at her sister. How would it be to sleep in her arms again? They were not girls anymore. Thesia would be close by when Macro ... Pilar took a deep breath. There was an image in her head of Macro hovering over her, of his manhood entering her, his essence filling her, an image that quickened her pulse. She fought for control, for. Just to tide us over.”Her husband, naturally, didn’t like the idea but begrudgingly went along with it. “Be careful though.” She knew that so drove an hour away to find a lounge with a better class of customers. She recognized the right place immediately. The swarthy owner explained that all servers got recorded for minimum wage and the standard percentage for tips but any bonuses they got upstairs were off the books. The girls brought in lots of business and he’d like to do “quality control”. ’Now that tasted gooood!’ She purred gently. The men stood, stiff as wood, staring, their mouths gaping in astonishment. ’Come along Gentlemen!’ Marcus grunted happily. ’Don’t stand on ceremony! There are girls needed attending to!’ Marcus’ elegant companion had planted her pert shapely bum over his big horny face. His nose was inches from her pink winking anus and his fat tongue lapped greedily at her wet pussy lips. His chin was drenched in her love juices. Her elegant head was thrown back in. She tended to get a littlecrazy. I wasn't worried about her. We had gotten along alright and shewas accepting of who I was, and the relationship Jenny and I had. Thereal task over the next few days was going to be dealing with Julie'sMaid of Honor, one Miss Monica Van Pelt.Monica came from a family that had been around the Minneapolis scenealmost as long as the Thompson's, and there for felt that there was anair about her. Like her shit didn't stink. Jenny and I had spentsometime around.