Cynthia stepped up behind her and began unbuttoning her shirt. She wasn't comfortable being with a woman, but Cynthia hadn't done anything that upset ...er yet. Once her tits were free Cynthia pulled Rhonda's pants down and began petting her pussy."I don't know if I'm ready for that." she whispered and Cynthia stopped. James turned around and smiled as he took in Rhonda's body. Her tits were small, but firm for a 50 year old woman. He pulled her into him and kissed her. She felt Cynthia press. "Another sort of music. It is actually a waltz but you would be pretty pushed to dance to it the way it's played on the piano. It's written by a man called Chopin and it was later included in a ballet of his music called Les Sylphides. I'd like you to tell me what you think of it." OK."He put it on the record player and covertly watched Becca's face. At first it was full of concentration and then it relaxed into a dreamy look. The fast section brought a look of wonder to her face and then, as. " It is." No, it's a hell of a lot more that that. Come on you, give. Tell me yours, and I'll tell you mine." Are you afraid of us?" Sort of, but I am really afraid of Paul Brown." If you're one of the good guys, he's the last person you need to fear. OK, I'll tell you what I can, what do you want to know?" There is a hell of a lot of high priced security in this place. It's like something out of an Idaho weirdo compound. This isn't a normal bordello. Look at that trailer. Those raised. Her father looked at her with disgust, "Let go of the fence you cheap whore," he said. He pulled Nena forward roughly, his big laborer's hand clutching her upper arm in a vice like grip. His thick fingers gripping upper arm like a pair of pincers.Nena lost her grip on the steel poles and cried out as her father swung her forward causing her to trip and fall forward on the dirt. Nena tried to scurry away like a little animal as her father approached nudging her with his foot, the hard boot.