" Eat your porridge, Jack," Seven said.I hate pea soup ... gives me gas. He chuckled."What's so funny?" Seven asked."You'll find out," Jack laughed.Th...t night a green fog joined the grey one."Oh, God, Jack ... what is that smell? Did they build a tannery over night?" Pea soup, Sultry. Pea soup. I told Seven. You just found out."Sultry went out to sleep in the backhouse.The next three days were profitable, exciting, messy, infuriating."Profit's up," said Art. "Changing the evening decor has paid. “Please, finger my aching pussy. Please make me cum right here, in the middle of this café Amit.” “There, that wasn’t so hard, was it Kay?” I said as I pushed a single finger into her soaking cunt, offering just a taste of what she wanted. I moved my hand slowly, curling my finger slightly and brushing against her g-spot. Her eyes widened and hips jerked while soft keening sounds poured from her delicate snowy throat. I worked her, feeling her cunt tighten around my digit. I leaned as close as. But then I thought aloud, “What about your girlfriend? Leah, was it?” He then answered tentatively, “Yeah, she’s cool and all, but she just doesn’t understand me, you know? The rain picked up, the wipers working furiously to clear a view in the windshield. I sat for a while, not saying anything, staring out the rain splattered window, thinking about what Mack had just said. Was he getting at what I think he was getting at? No. It couldn’t be. I had lost track of time in my thoughts and jumped. Will you join us later?'"Yes, of course, that's very nice of you, ' Sara said. Robert showed no indication of leaving having delivered his invitation, so Sara just waited to see what he would do or say."As I say, we make a hobby of getting to know new people. Do you have any particular plans for this evening? Usually, on Saturday nights, a bunch of us, anybody who doesn't have any real plans, that is, we get together up in the Mattress Room. You know the place I mean?'Sara recalled the room.