At Madeline’s suggestion Judy lifted her skirt and bent over so that I could fuck her from behind outdoors like I had done to her. Madeline took som... pictures for me. The whole idea of the incriminating pictures just seemed to make it even more exciting for all of us.Before we left I told Judy that she had to set up some other girl within a week. She suggested Mary the next Saturday at our house. Madeline liked that idea too.After that it was time to head back home. Along the way Madeline. They got to keep most of the money they worked for, unlike some of the pimps we hear about who take a lot bigger chunk of their pay," she said. I was still so intrigued, I had almost forgotten that Cindy had brought up this subject thinking she might take this up herself. "Did she fall for any of her clients? You know, get emotionally involved?" "No, never. It was just sex. A business deal. She made sure it never got personal." "Did she enjoy it? I mean, did she...?" Cindy looked. Marti detected it as soon as she saw us. She asked about us but we were both noncommittal and still kept to ourselves. Marti left for school and I stayed behind. I couldn't let my mom dwell on her problem much longer without at least knowing what was bothering her.After Marti left, my mom went into the living room and sat on the couch. She had her face in her hands, rubbing her eyes, quietly. I sat next to her and placed my arm around her shoulder. She cuddled in to me and started lightly. There was a number at the bottom of the page, however, that said that serious inquiries should call for further information. It was too tempting. Always protective of his identity and overly cautious, he got a disposable cell phone that couldn't be traced and called the 10 digits. Anticipating some sort of voice mail, he was shocked when a woman answered, identifying herself as Mistress Emmanuelle.She was polite and articulate and she explained how she had inherited a rather large plantation.