Not stopping to look behind her she had set off at a pace hard, scared for her very life. Despite her obvious concern Sophie was still a picture of fe...ale beauty, her neck slim and graceful and her face, with its pouting mouth and pert nose, was framed by long tresses of dark hair that hung to below her shoulders clinging to her face and neck.Only hours before she had collapsed exhausted on her living room sofa, now she was here, wearing only her T shirt and underwear and being chased by a lust. Jordan’s movements provided a clear explanation answering my curiosity about her groans, moans, and squeals. “Does it feel good?” “Yes. Don’t stop. I’m not sure what’s happening, but don’t stop,” I moaned in sheer ecstasy. “Give me your hand.” Jordan placed my hand on my pussy. She laid her hand on top of my hand and continued the deep massage. Our hands merged into a ten-fingered massage-mechanism stroking, pushing, and pressing into my vulva and labia folds. My hips rose from the bed to. “For someone who has never stepped foot into any of my places of business, I see that you are as smart as I’m told,” she said, coming over to sit beside me. “As well endowed, too.”To the parents, she said, “Look. Business is business. As they say, a fool and their money are soon parted. I cater fools. We have never made pornography, ever sold children into slavery, abused our children, or any of the horrible things I know are going through your minds. I’ve taken in those who would die of. One building... “Where she purchased tooling for her shop.”The boys, in clean Miller Falls shirts and tan pants, who loaded my “tooling” were shown standing by the freshly painted red forklift, “Miller Falls, Helena, MT,” resplendent in its beginning to drip white paint.I began to laugh.“What’s so funny?” Angie asked.“When the back room boys loaded my used parts they were wearing tee shirts and worn out shorts. The forklift had a hard time lifting the box,” I said. “Okay, show’s over ... time.