So they went, together, to the Zaftig Society. And they fucked, as they would never have dared to do at home. They fucked and sucked. Paul ate her pus...y. He held her hips while watching another man's cock go in and out of her cunt, come inside her. They kissed as she was fucked, as he fucked another woman. Whatever was done at the Zaftig Society, they did it together. They shared something that Paul had never shared with his own wife— they enjoyed carnal satisfactions that Paul never suggested. I couldn’t speak to the daughter, only a slip of a girl aged 13, because she was still in school. I left the landlady my calling card, in case the daughter had any new information to offer me.It was quite late before I headed back towards my lodgings in Mile End, only a short walk from my offices. It was too late to attend my telephone “office” too. I did manage to pop into the public library, though, just before they closed for the evening at seven.I asked the Librarian, a single young woman. " She stuttered slightly as her eyes flitted back and forth."What's the matter?" He asked with a hidden smile as his hand was now softly kneading her tit flesh."Oh. Your hand! It, oh!" Do you mean this?" His thumb and forefinger were now rolling her berry size nipple ever so gently."Sire!" She answered in a low voice. Ohh! Her little heart was beating so fast!"Do you still want to dress and leave?" His hand felt so good!"I ... ah! Oh! I don't know. 1, I...! May, I... stay?" Sure. This way you. "No problem," I reassured her. "Billy in his bedroom?" Billy's out back with his grandmother. We'll be eating in a little bit."Before I could ask a question, a woman walked up behind Tamara, who slid aside. I realized it was Summer, from the brothel. She was dressed casually in a tight t-shirt and jeans but my pulse was already quickening with the memories."Hi John!" she called out."Hi Summer," I replied. "This is a surprise." She grinned as the three of us headed to the living room."I decided.