Not enough to make what we did any worse.” She shook her head. “No, I know that; what I mean is that your name – Pettigrew – it might be legit...mate. You could actually be a Pettigrew, not just have that as a name your family took on because of the situation. Wouldn’t that be exciting?” He shrugged. “I suppose. I’ve always felt that way, so it doesn’t really change things for me.” “We should get tested – have genetic testing done, to find out!” “I guess they can do that now, depending on the. His hands then moved to my hips as another hard body pressed up against me from behind. This time a hard and equally large bulge pressed in between my ass cheeks. I felt someone breathing close to my ear and heard "I love married white women." I couldn't be sure who said it as I was sandwiched in the middle of two muscular black teens and was making no attempt to escape.The next few moments were a blur but soon I had a large black cock in each of my hands and my tits were now free of my bathing. She owned and operated the massage parlor and was charged with operating a house of prostitution and procurement.It mentioned that there were five women arrested for prostitution, but their names weren't even listed individually, and as for the 'johns' — they were booked for solicitation and released on their own recognizance.In the end, it didn't seem as if anyone was too concerned about shutting down my little local massage parlor. I was relieved that it appeared that there weren't going to. Helen turned and stepped in front of Jeff. She leaned in and kissed him again before slowly going to her knees and opening his pants.“Why Mrs. Hanson,” Jeff said in a lust-filled voice. “Your husband is just down the hallway.”“I know.”“Is that going to be a problem?” he asked as she helped him step out of his pants. She noticed that he was not wearing underwear this morning.“I don’t think so,” she told him as she leaned in and took his soft cock between her lips.“You know I’m going to fuck you.