That is going to be just over five years royalties, and after that is all profit to us.”“OK, fine. I will work on changing it. Hmm, make it a feti...h house. Instead of fucking for money, they have to satisfy weird fetishes. I will call them ‘workers’, since they are men and women. Not require actual sex, but say it is an option for the DM. Hmm, the worker has to dance for them in tight red or black leather, serve the customers meals in really sexy lingerie, or maybe rub their bodies with bare. I went out and called my aunt to come out from the bathroom and then I escorted her to the bedroom. From there Manisha took her inside and asked me to wait outside till the session is over. As my aunt went in I winked her and gave a mischievous smile to Manisha. My aunt Anju was looking hot in that gown and all her assets were clearly visible to us. As per the plan Amit and I waited outside and decided to watch the show.He peeped in from the keyhole and asked me to join in saying that Anju is. "Alright, last one you guys. Close your eyes."My cock started a slow and gently throb knowing we wouldn't have to close our eyes the next time. "Okay, is this one better?". I opened my eyes to find Maggie standing there in a slim, black cocktail dress, one that was not only tight through the body, but far too short for any sense of modesty. In short, it was perfect. "Fuck...", was all Michael could say. Maggie laughed as Michael and I drew her to us, running our hands around her thighs and up. Marsha stood knowing she had to put her hands on her head and not rub her sore bottom, oblivious to the fact she was still naked below the waist, knowing her face was tear stained and she couldn’t stop sobbing. “OK Marsha, I hope you have learned from this. I will get on with the cleaning. You go and stand facing the wall until I tell you to move.” Marsha got walked over to the wall and her nose pressed against it, still sobbing, but had to keep her hands on her head and not rub her tender.