..”“--and you run the tavern,” I explained, “you have problems, you talk to the Madame. They have problems you tell them to talk to the Madame...“What if she has problems?”“If she's anything like the ones I've known, “ I answered, “she'll get one of the girls to keep you distracted while SHE deals with it.”Wait, do I want my Madame making important decisions while I'm having sex?” “Trust me, Your life is much easier that way. “ I assured him.“I should've come to you when I started this; you're. They dumped the grocery bags on the kitchen countertop and she was all over him, kissing him and moaning into his mouth. When his hands grabbed her ass through the dress and pulled her against him, he was the one moaning.She led him to her bedroom by his hand and they stopped at the edge of the bed. She was going on and on about how long it had been and that she was embarrassed to be so horny. He let her rant and dropped to his knees and once her panties were off, she was like an animal in. The idea was that he would give me her phone number, and I would text her (from a secret pay as you go phone) as effectively a wrong number and hope to engage her in chat. So I texted her something like "Thank you for a wonderful night last night, I had a terrific time and hope to see you again soon" and waited to see whether she took the bait.Pretty quickly she came back with "I think you have the wrong number" and a crying laughing emoji- so at least I had her intriuged. I texted back "Nice. One was a little plastic catheter made of flexible material.The other was a small vial.Its contents were a swirling, milky substance. There was a little tag attached to it with a few notes. “Healthy sperm sample. Nullified odds of female offspring. Donor: Carl Taylor.” The last remains of his semen, of Sara’s hated father. The man whose death had made her so quirky and cheerful once again. She had looked forward to such a bright and happy future after she had gotten rid of him and his obscene.