The younger staff moved onto a club for a few more drinks. While in the club, Emma finally got to talk to Mr. Taylor. She told him how she had noticed...how upset he was at Kathy's leaving. To her surprise, he told her to call him Richard. He told her all about him and Kathy. How he'd known her all his life, and how she was literally part of his family. It was loud in the club, and they had to lean in close to hear each other. Emma loved the feel of his body close to hers. At one point, without. The washcloth needed more lather, so Bobby gave Mrs. Parker a break and re-soaped it. While he did, she slid her hands over her body. Mrs. Parker was tingling from head to foot. Everything they did turned her on! ‘Wash me more, Bobby!’ she said, her voice earthy, ‘Please, Bobby, wash me more!’ Grinning, Bobby let the soap squirt out of his hand. It rattled to the floor of the tub behind Mrs. Parker. Bobby grinned. ‘Darn,’ he said, ‘I dropped the soap,’ He said. ‘I’ll get it,’ Mrs. Parker said.. We get your type in here all the time. Now let me help you. Come on Velma lets help these young fellows choose some nice dresses.”Velma went to the door and flicked the sign over to ‘closed’ and locked it.“There, now have some privacy; let’s get you lot sorted,” she beamed.The four ‘girls’ and the two old biddies had a great time trying on various dresses, blouses and skirts. They tried on shoes too. The good thing about the demographic that use Oxfam is that they are often larger sized ladies. Still wearing that dress that molded itself to the curves of her body, her golden brown hair tousled, her creamy flesh baring the evidence of his possession. She was beautiful. ‘Yes, master,’ Elena obeyed and rose to her feet, looking at Cathy as if she was able to kill her by eye contact. She walked slowly towards the door. ‘When you will want me again, you know where to find me,’ the words were spoken slowly, full of promise and Cathy felt that knot in her stomach tighten. They were both.