They go to the office, spend about 15 minutes, then leave. What they’re doing is dropping off cash.”“Wait, dropping off cash? Not picking it up?...�� This puzzled me.“Yep, as I said, money laundering. The club is pretty much an all-cash business for the most part. Who’s to say if we bring in $10,000 a day, or $50,000 in a day? At the end of the day the manager adds some of the mob money into the daily take. Taxes get paid, it goes into the bank, and for all legal purposes it’s clean. And the beauty. "I was hoping you'd suggest that. I brought my favorite skirt and blouse for the occasion," you reply."I've also come prepared to present as a woman," I say."Sounds exciting, I've never been out in public dressed," you admit."Me neither, but I've always wanted to. It will be easier with you by my side," I return."Let's do it!" you squeal."I'll run the shower. Will you be joining me?" I ask."I'd love to," is your response.I enter the bathroom and turn on the water. I strip out of my bra and. . Pulled my shorts down and without missing a beat the head of my cock was in her mouth. To this day I don't know how I didn't loose it.I could feel her lips going down my shaft towards the root. She had one hand on my hip and with the other one she started playing with my balls.God I was breathless with my back against the wall and a beautiful half dressed woman giving me a blowjob. Just at that point I heard a voice say "I didn't know you were still here, but the store is closed." Some how we. Typically, with my long history of morality indoctrination, I wasn’t going to get any peace until I confronted my duty to make an apology.Reluctantly I pondered how to approach Branch having lost count of orgasms as the milking wore on.She was busy and I just stood there, right next to her, fucking Fern, afraid to say anything. I thought I was a pest but my silly conscience wasn’t leaving me alone. I looked around the parlor and none of the others were paying any attention to me, not really.