“I don’t want her to be harassed by the other German employees. You know?”“Okay then. Next time we get time overlapping you’re going to Muni...h with me cunnilingus man.” “Actually she calls me her Bratwurst Boy.”Time came for me to meet Hanna, something about a friend of hers. The day shift was finished, time to eat and then walk to the big building where she first gave me my bath.I’d started using a discovered gym that was at the opposite end of the big building. It had a speed bag I loved to. It was not long before her stomach was empty, but she remained on the floor coughing and heaving for several minutes.When she was finally able to close her mouth, she began to cry. Not in a sobbing way and more like tears of anguish. All she had wanted was some of her brother’s food and after more than an hour of putting up with them she had nothing to show for it except an empty stomach. She had bargained with monkeys and come up with nothing.The boys watched as she stood up and walked toward. He smiled in warm, yet surprised greetings to the sultry blonde standing next to him."Mrs. Oliss," he said with honeyed tones. "What on earth are you doing here?" It's Cylvia, remember?" she grinned back, and then added, "We came here for dinner. Oh -- I'd like you to meet my very best friend, Lonnie Carmel. Lonnie -- Sam Zeigler. A dear old friend of the family." How... how do you do, Mr. Zeigler," Lonnie said hesitantly."Fine, thank you. And call me Sam... Lonnie. Everybody does." He grinned. One evening at dinner, Gail said, "Grant, what do you think of us quietly keeping Brian's escort service going? Most of the women are interested in doing it, now that it is purely voluntary with no threats hanging over their heads."Startled, Grant said, "You're kidding. You want us to be running a whore house?" It's not like that, dear. I think we can rent the former mayor's hotel suite at a discount price and avoid making nightly room reservations. We can increase the fees and make it a really.