Miss Baxter’s cunt had been as tight as any he’d ever experienced, but her asshole was like a vice. A hot, cum-inducing vice. He took several hard...thrusts, throwing all his weight into the hard-bodied brunette to get it all the way into her tight little ass. Then he just exploded, having no choice, and bathed her bowels with shot after glorious shot of hot steaming jism. ‘Yessss,’ he moaned as the sticky white fluid gushed out of him and into her. ‘God yes, take it all!’ Backing out of her butt. I think she just got bored.’ Monday morning at nine, I called the Child Protective Services office. I explained everything to them and after some hemming and hawing about jurisdiction, they agreed to have me come in at eleven. Earlier, I’d called my boss to take a week off – I didn’t tell him about the kids, just that my mom was in town. The meeting took most of the day, but it came down to their not having anyone that spoke Russian. I filled out lots of forms and they took Mom’s fingerprints. The Black Horse stayed dark for three weeks and Shirl thrived as the new manager. She had a new haircut and a can-do attitude. Scott saw her every couple of days to stay involved and show his support.Shirl purged the bar payroll, removing deadwood and hiring new staff. The old uniforms were ditched in favor of slacks or skirts and casual knit shirts, which immediately improved the morale of the employees who stayed on.The downtime was put to full use. Employees earned their hourly wage cleaning. ’ Janet asked: ‘How do you make sex sacred?’ Ann replied: ‘Let me give you an essay Matt wrote. It is titled: ‘Is Sacred Sex Possible?’ ‘ Ann printed a copy out. She than printed a number of my other works. Ann said: ‘It is getting late and I have some homework due in the morning so shall we continue this tomorrow. Tell you what: Would you like to have dinner with Matt and I again? Janet said: ‘OK.’ Another Dinner. Joyce looked forward to meeting Ann’s roommate. Ann and Janet arrived about.