They were in the mold of a very realistic peniswith veins, ridges and a very bulbous head. There was a prominent little slitand by design it was obvi...us I was walking on the cum hole. The damn thingsmade a very audible click with every step on the marble floor and naturallyattracted a lot of attention. Last and certainly not least was my outfit. I realized now that the black tightsweater it had on was almost a mistake. All it did was to accentuate mymaleness making the rest of me look. If you’d lie about that to me, then I know you’ll lie about anything, especially when it comes to my grandparents’ money that they specifically left to me by name.”More talking on the other end.“Yes, I’m sure there are a lot of good things that much money can do for needy people, Mrs. Garrett, but it’s my money and I’m not going to let you give any of it to that greedy bunch of vultures that run your church.”“I do mean that. If you and that husband of yours were half the Christians you claim to. .. I was afraid he would go over the top, loose all control because of the harsh way Robert was treating him. I thought of the gun Joe kept in his closet, just a few feet away. Robert then spoke of how it was clear I had chosen him as her lover and was going to fuck him in her own home in her own bed, even when her c***dren were there. I lowered my eyes in shame at Joe's glaring look. Robert said new arrangements must be made.The 2 for 1 was out, and he felt every Wednesday he should come for. “please…” whispers the woman.“Ask her for a name, will you”, says Frank. “And, what is your name, if I may ask, whore?” says Brian, pushing her jaw with his gun once again. “I like to know the names of people I fuck up. Call it an eccentric habit if ya will.”She closes her eyes once again and the shivering becomes even more pronounced.“p-p-p-p…”“What? P what? Pam? Pamela? Peggy? Penelope?”“Pandora?” says Alan, grinning.“Paloma”, says Frank with a solemn expression on his face.The room goes.