I started blubbering. I quickly got a grip on my emotions and went into the living room.“What can I do to help you, Richard?”“Jazz, I know it's...wrong and I could end up in prison, but I want those bastards dead. It would be icing on the cake if I could rape their wives and daughters, if they even have them which I doubt and kill them as well.”“Whoa, bro! Slow down. What you are saying is scary as Hell. You don't talk like that.”“What if it had been Jenny?” Jenny was his wife.Jazz thought. As we approached, Sherry had a death grip on my arm.Tentatively, I mounted the first step and asked, “Um, is the woman here?”She hit me with a smile that could melt icebergs and answered, “Yes, Bobby, I’m here. It’s so nice to see you again. And Sherry, you beautiful child, thank you so much for coming.” She waved her hand at two wooden rocking chairs and said, “Please make yourselves comfortable because we have so much to talk about.” Her voice was soft and low-pitched, and here wasn’t a trace. His hand was hot as it touched her enflamed nipple and pulled at it."Bob," she mumbled, pushing the cock against the side of his thigh.His fingers tweaked the nipple and rolled it between his fingers. She looked at his back and his head lying flat on the rug. Take me, she begged in her mind, take me quickly Bob. Take me as you did Sybil last night.He jumped up suddenly and Gwen jerked her hand away. He stared at her a moment and then ran out into the patio and dived into the pool. Gwen sat on. You are a rich lady, aren’t you?’ the husband said. Someone came over. ‘Yes, indeed. This is the most money I’ve seen in a long time. Thank you very much, madam!’ ‘Don’t worry about it, it’s nothing, really,’ said Jane. She seemed more friendly and inviting than usual. ‘Me and my friends love to tell each other stories.’ She filled everyone else in quickly about what they had told each other previously. The occupants of the brothel listened with interest. The women grabbed Charlie. ‘So, can you.