She asked me what I had in mind. I asked her if she would be into a gang bang. She smiled and said, if that is what you want. I told her to walk to th... bathroom naked that I was sure that she would run into one or more men headed back to their camps. She smiled, gave me a hug and took off down the trail. She wasn’t gone long when I saw three men headed after her. I stopped them and told them that she would be right back. I told them what the plan was and they agreed to help. About 10. Actually, in this day and age, prostitution was not illegal, but failing to pay taxes on the income was about as illegal as anything could get. I knew about this, because I found the file containing his tax records; it was listed under "Render Unto Caesar."OK, so now I had the head man's story, what about the daughters? I pick mommy first, for no particular reason, but her computer was a big problem. The reason was that she had everything poked in there helter-skelter. I couldn't believe that. She ran her store as a consignment shop for local artists and crafters. The store was a funky mix of clothes, jewelry, art and knick knacks. She was tall and waifish looking with round hips and long straight black hair that came to her lower back. She was dressed in a long black skirt that looked on the Gothic side, with a a black blouse that looked like it belonged with a tuxedo. Around her neck was a ribbon choker with a green crystal hanging from it, she wore rings on all her fingers and. " "Also, if our Davey needs corner time during a show," Sherry adds, "please see to it. Fifteen minutes, but more if he is naughty." "Yes, I agree." Sandy replies. "As for we what talked about, anytime you wish." As we leave, I ask Sherry what she was talking about. "Oh, just you never mind," she replies with a sly grin as we drive to her place. As I prepare to stay for the weekend, I put my stuff in the spare bedroom. Sherry is getting stuff ready and a friend shows up. Then another and after.