" He said, pouring my coffee. "Sometimes the young ladies expect different things or either they change their minds on a second thought." He handed me...the cup and saucer. "Somehow I knew you'd be more understanding of this business." So, do you get many dropping by?" I asked. The younger guy got up out of the armchair and set up a video cam on a tripod. "By the way, what are your names?" I noticed how quickly he brought the camera out from behind the chair all ready and waiting, hidden from. I knew, evenif he didn’t, that not only was he fucking my wife’smouth he was also fucking her inner most self. He mightas well have been pushing his dick in and out of mywife’s soul the way he was degrading her. To this day Ihave never understood how it can excite me so much towatch someone I love be abused like that. Pretty soon the sight of it became too much for me. Ishot my load into the air. I tried to point it awayfrom me but it got everywhere. It got on the back ofthe. Not as skinny as she looks either. Course she don't got the curves of her sister, Sarah. Or her momma, but she can really move those skinny hips." Do you have any other sisters, Stella?" asked Kate."All that proves is that Mr. Holton was blackmailing my client, for both sex and money. It proves that Miss Strauss is also nothing but a victim in all of this." Calvin leaned back in his chair, his hand going to Stella's shoulder, sympathy oozing from him like slime."What it does, Calvin, is show. She wanted to be an artist. But it would never happen. She was expected to get married, settle down, have a family & serve her husband, why? Because she was a women & it was her duty. Rubbish! ‘Miss’ Grace jumped at Mary, her lady-in-waiting’s soft voice. ‘It’s late miss, and cold, I think you should retire.’ Grace waved away Mary’s comment with a swish of her hand. ‘My Lady, please come below, you’ll catch your death!’ Mary was like a sister to her but she could be so overly worried.