"It's important to train this one right." Franklin reflected to himself, watching Katherine's growing interest in doing exactly what he wanted, what h... liked, what he needed."Have you ever done anything like them?" Katherine asked, pointing to a frisky brunette on the monitor, who was busy being playfully spanked by a pale blonde while also greedily sucking at a porn actors 10 inch cock."Heh-heh, oh my, little kitten..." was all Franklin told her hoping to drive a sense of excited curiosity. Janey contrived to look embarrassed as she stood in front of the crowd in her red sparkly skirt and a white bra. Quincy, his forehead dotted with sweat, glanced up at his twirling cane. He held out his open hand and the cane dropped into his palm. The applause doubled and the illusionist doffed his top hat. ‘Thank you, folks,’ he said. ‘We’re not done with Janey yet, however. After all, didn’t we promise her clothing with a little more pizzazz?’ The crowd cheered their agreement. Quincy walked. Her pale breasts topped with almost neon pink nipples and areolas. Her breasts were a decent size and reasonably perky for a woman of easily fifty-three years. Her thighs and her stomach were tight and her calf muscles flexed as she walked towards him. Without a word, Martha grabbed Mitchell’s hand and put it on her tit. He caressed it, loving the way her smooth skin flowed between his fingers like gelatin. Her nipples were like hard cherries just waiting to be nibbled. And he didn’t want to. I hope this chapter satisfies some of your cravings for answers, and yes there will be more somber notes. ,-) I think it’s only appropriate that I warn you readers in advance there is no sex as of yet. Caleb is a delicate character to work with, as you’ll soon find out. As always, this work is copyrighted, and any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. ++++ Peyton Gray quietly exited the house through the front door early that next morning, taking.