Your girls understand that.”“Well, if you want to use the front room, I will stay in the kitchen and show your girls a few old utensils. They will...be fascinated and I have lots to do. Mr Robson is out in the fields for now, tending to the rest of the cattle, so he won’t disturb you. If he comes back early, I will take him into the kitchen out of your way; the man never refuses food.”“Many thanks, Mr. Robson. Jemima, please fetch Hermione for a business meeting with me. You can bring the babies. “My girlfriends,” I said.Another slap!A look of revelation came over her face, “You are the guy that is getting prostitutes to pay you to fuck them for money, aren’t you?”I slapped her, although not nearly as hard as she had me.“Using your terminology, I am the prostitute ... they are my clients!”This time I put my hand up to stop her slap.“You said you’ve made love six times, but there are only four names,” she said.“Scarlett had a repeat, today,” I said to my smart sister.“But, who ... is the. " I did not say anything. I unzipped my pants and started to reach in to take it out. "Not like that. Take your pants down. We want to see it good." The other girls did not say a word. They just stared at my pants. I got up my courage and said "NO" and started to zip myself up again. "Where's the phone book. I have to call Mommy at Auntie Betty's." I gave up. They had me by the short hairs. I undid my belt and dropped my pants and underwear at the same time and stood there with my limp dick. I tightened my grip, determined to send her off while she was cumming. Her body stiffened and began a series of convulsions, violent at first, then slowing and smaller. Tiny twitches that traveled down her legs, her tits jiggling with each one, her mouth open, moving silently, saliva drooling down onto her chest.The last shudders of life were her pussy squeezing my cock, then she was still, her eyes were open and staring at the wall.I took my hands off her neck and continued fucking her.