It is a clearinghouse of sexual ambition, where a man’s lust is temporarily assuaged for a price and the resulting shame washed away with disinfecta...t. As soon as Liz crossed the threshold, she was met with curious glances by half a dozen men scrutinizing the erotic magazines displayed along the walls. They all quickly averted their gaze when their eyes met Liz’, too ashamed to confront an object of their desire’s strayed quest. All except the store’s operator behind the counter, a big, burly. In fact, they were restless. I had taken off her sari. Her petticoat was pulled up and her bare ass was in my hands. My fingers were approaching her pussy from the back. There were no undies. Her pussy wet and I got two of my fingers inside.She moaned “ahhh” and then smiled at me, “you are not so innocent”. She was seemingly enjoying it. I was encouraged. I left her lips for a moment and quickly unhooked her blouse, took off her petticoat and she was standing nude in front of my office chair. Olivia watched me as I did it. “You really shouldn’t be sleeping on that cold hard floor, especially if you’re already sore.”“And what kind of brother would I be if I let you sleep there?”Olivia looked at me a moment and hesitated. “The bed is actually big enough for both of us.”I hesitated at that idea, too. I still couldn’t get the image of Olivia’s naked body out of my head; sharing a bed might be a bad idea. On the other hand, the floor was cold and hard and my shoulder did ache. On the. ”“Was that my mother you were talking to, Lover?” Joan said giving out a yawn.“Yeah, she was worried because she never got a call yesterday. That is the sure way to get everybody in trouble, so wait a few hours then call her.”She went under the covers and put me in her mouth, sucking me hard. I felt Brigitte waking up and I pulled her face to mine saying, “Kiss me, my french beauty, please?”Our lips were quickly mashed up each other as Joan was working me to a rigid state. We had a recording.