“So, what exactly does Lakehouse Services do?”He aunt thought carefully before answering. “It’s a brothel.”Stunned, Jennifer could only whis...er, “What did you say?”“A brothel. You know, a bordello, a cat house, a knocking shop, a bawdy house. A whorehouse.”“And you want me to be a...”“A bookkeeper and secretary. That’s all. Just a bookkeeper and secretary. I have a number of girls to take care of the customers.”“But that’s illegal. And, I, um, but...,” Jennifer stammered.“No, it’s not, at least. His straightened arms were behind him, bracing himself as he leaned back slightly. His mother was in the pool in front of Jamal and between his legs, her back towards Elliott. He could see her yellow bikini top was still on, and he knew how great her tits would look if you were in Jamal’s place looking down into that deep dark cleavage.But Jamal didn’t seem to care about that right now. He looked down with that knowing smile on his face as Elliott’s mother’s head bobbed up and down rhythmically. When I opened the door to leave, I looked down an aisle to my left and saw a beautiful young woman looking toward me as I opened the door, I couldn’t help but stop and stare at her as she looked directly at me ... then she quickly turned and walked behind another tall shelf ... out of sight.Kasey Mooreland... the thought jumped into my mind. I went to my pickup and drove around back ... I couldn’t get the image of her from my mind. She seemed to move in slow motion and her long hair seemed to. Such training started with her landlord. She loved the man and hated his loneliness. Within weeks after occupying the apartment, she seduced him. He acted stern with her once she had his penis available to suck, refusing any exchange of favors. She laughed and stuck her tongue at him and told him not to be mean and began working on his lax flesh with that very tongue and her lips and her fist. She had never encountered the situation. His breathing suggested his interest, but his flesh denied.