“ Hi Mister Turner” . I froze as the seated person mentioned my name. How could that be…I never told Mistress Melanie my name during our previou... phone conversation when I booked today, in fact I used a alias for secrecy.Mistress Melanie supplied the answer immediately. “Oh this is a friend of mine, she was helping me get ready for our appointment together, and was just going to leave before you arrived. But when we saw you coming down the street she recognised you, and seeing as your request. Ever since I wanted you inside me. Oh, you are an amazing lover. Way better than your Chacha. Fuccccckkkkk meeee!I also started talking. Oh chichi, you are so amazingly fuckable. Way better than Mami. I want to fuck you every day now. Love your boobs, your pussy, your lips, Oh, fuck youuuuuu. Chacha was lucky to have a lovely fuckable piece like you. I was fucking her with all my force.She came with a loud cry. I was still going on. She pushed me and came over me. She was moaning and fucking. The orangutan squirted him and he moved off. I was watching her and saw how turned on she was her nipples were poking though her shirt as she wore no bra. the orangutan reached over and flicked one of her nipples and she was now embarrassed because a lot of people laughed, but it got her turned on and me too. as we left she was very quiet. We got into the van and she leaned over and kissed me like when we go to bed. she was breathing hard and I reached around and inserted a finger into her. It was once a family owned hotel back in the thirties, but time had passed it by. She purchased it as shrewdly as the Dutch buying Manhattan. Molly called her whore house, "The Birdhouse." Downstairs was a tavern. Upstairs were the rooms. Cliff had made a few social calls when it first opened. He liked the place better than Farrell's speakeasy. It was less dangerous as long as Molly continued to pay off the cops. And the girls were prettier and young. Molly's girls were Poles and Czechs who had.