"First. I am in charge here and you will call me Madame. I own you. You were there when I bought you."Second. Those are MY clothes. I also bought them...and I will decide what you wear."Third. This is a brothel where you will work as a dominatrix or as a submissive, according to the wishes of the client. I decide who the clients are and when you service them."Fourth. I will give you food and pay you some pocket money; you can use it for whatever you want. The clients pay me for your services,. Margaret was built to the same design as her sister but her stiffening nipples were pink! She was also a few years older being around 39. She immediately took things a stage further by pulling up her skirt revealing stockings and suspenders not tights and pulling me towards her and at the same time pulling her knickers partly down so that my erection rode up her belly over her equally densly forested mound. As I kissed her I allowed my hands to roam round the back and so clasped a buttock. Every window had a quilt nailed to the wall to cover it. Not just tacked to the walls with itty-bitty nails but with huge nails that would leave holes! I slumped. A voice at my side made me flinch in surprise, "What was I supposed to do? Shut myself up with you in your bathroom until the sun went down? I would have missed my game shows."My quilt collection had just lost 90% of its value. The majority of the walls in my house had huge damned holes in them. I'd have to fill them in, sand them. .. yes and no." So you've been fucked back there before." Umm, maybe," Gina said not wanting to commit totally to his query."Know what?" He asked her."What," she replied already eager to move on to the next series of sensations."You know how I just spit on your ass?" Mmmmm?" Do the same to Lynn."With a half snort and half giggle, Gina pried Lynn's asscheeks apart and let a long string of expectorant hang from her mouth until it pooled on Lynn's asshole."Hey!" Lynn protested, "What the.