The Area Elder thanked Don Weasley for his swift action while giving Bryce Unsworth a cold sideways glance. Clearly he was not a fan of the church’s...latest reverend.The Area Elder then read out a formal statement about the nature of these proceedings only being a hearing to ascertain the truth and gather the relevant facts from all parties present. The matter would then be taken back to Springfield for further deliberation and any ensuing decisions. Jessie Harper sat quietly through all this. She told me to come to her house that evening. I went to her. There I found the other lady talking to each other. I delivered milk in a cover. I was told that the other lady is a Kamma and a very rich lady in the town and the wife of the President of the local Pachayat. They both spoke in a different language unknown to me. They closed the doors and bolted from inside. The komati lady asked me to wear-of the lungi. My penis was already erected and 9″ inches in size. The kamma lady got shocked. The venue had once been named Cabaret Jerome. Not imaginative at all - but it relayed the message. At the rear of Cabaret Jerome was a long bar and opposite was the stage, which was neither large nor raised much above floor level. More a dais or platform, if you will. In between bar and stage, there had been tables and chairs spread around the floor. It had been an intimate atmosphere with subtle illumination provided by lamps under crimson-shades on the circular tables. Scantily-clad servers. As my hand gets fully under you, my fingers slide gently into your crack. You raise up, giggling as I stroke your clit. My own clit is throbbing, now, so hard it hurts. I lean down to your ear as my probing finger finds your tight little pussy.?Feel good, hunny?? I whisper?Ummm-Hmmm, ? you moan as my finger presses more insistently into your tight hole. You squirm a bit and I gently slide it in, just a bit. You gasp and your eyes fly open, looking at me in apprehension.?Relax, little one, ? I.