Vangie absolutely adored her new daughter. She learned that night that she even spoke fluent French which she used to discuss the menu with the owner,...an immigrant Frenchman. He positively beamed as he withdrew to the kitchen to inform the chef about their very special guests and their gastronomic requirements.When she questioned her about it later, Kristin just shrugged and passed it off. Again that night they slept together and Vangie decided that the girl was a wonderful bed companion — not. “I would do the same for them,” I said. “Ladies, shall we find someplace quieter?”My society nodded. I marched with my head held high, bare feet padding on the cool floor of the gym. The tide of horny futas were around us. I ignored them. I spotted Shelena eyeing me. They could see most of my body, my breasts exposed save for my nipples, my rump, my bush, the sweep of my legs. No hiding it.The hot itch intensified but I focused on the goal. I plucked my cross from between my breasts, holding it. My father’s drapery business became quite busy and with that we led a comfortable life. From the age of fourteen I was always working with my father in the shop my dear mother having succumbed to consumption when I was ten. My first job was to polish the counter. This was a solid slab of oak, sanded and stained dark brown. It measured three feet wide and ten feet long. Imbedded at the serving side were brass yards so my father could measure off the yardage the customer wanted without having to. "Mary remembered how Nate had fucked her. Yes, he did have a way of making her beg for it.But she couldn't understand how the man had kept his hot sap from spurting out. Royce certainly couldn't."I don't know how I'm going to do it, but somehow I'm getting out. Then I can tell the police that you're here and..."Teresa had waved her hand for Mary to stop. "No, Mary, don't do that" You mean, you don't want to see Nate punished for going along with this whole sordid mess?" Oh, maybe it is a sordid.