Then, at last, she untied the girl, slowly releasing the coarse ropes where they had savagely cut into the girl’s belly and breasts. She picked the ...irl up in her arms, and carried her away to the bathroom. I lay there on the bed, gently massaging my cock and thinking about how it has been inside the girl’s tight cunt.I must have drifted off to sleep, because I suddenly realized that Bente and the girl were standing over me, talking softly. They were both still naked, and wet from the shower. Her eyes were tired and her hair in a neat bun with a face showing her age. Though, she still had quite a healthy figure and bust.At his attentions, Grace’s lips turned up slightly causing Axel to break out in a furious blush.He wanted to interrupt but was curious at the work Grace did to keep the place running. As he now knew, her leadership of the brothel included more than owning a place that let the opposite genders grind into each other.It required health checkups for the workers to keep. Outside of a small Western Pennsylvania town is a little historic church. It is kept up and cared for but is in a remote area which was perfect for us. Through much research, I was able to locate the caretaker and unofficially rented it for a day. Inside the Church are a few old wooden pews and a tall wooden pulpit. In front of the pulpit is a six foot long table which I am guessing served as an altar. History buffs would love this place. The DaySunday morning, August 9th, 2020....my wife and I. ‘Hi … just looking. Thinking of renting one,’ I explained, squinting into the bright sun reflecting off the glassy lake. I looked the woman over as my eyes began to adjust. She was attractive, possibly mid-twenties, dressed in a black tank top and black shorts with black sneakers. Her left shoulder sported a large, multicolored tattoo of indeterminate design. It was partly masked by her developing tan. It was still early in June. She appeared to be of average height and build, but her hips and.