" I said."That's what this place is all about." He said. "We provide a service to all white women, who can't get satisfaction at home with their husba...ds or other white lovers. I hope to see you become a regular here." I intend to, seeing that now I know what to expect and get here. Do you make house calls?" I said."All the time, we like to keep our clients satisfied, and have them tell their friends of our services here." he said."Are you available to make a house call tonight? I'm afraid that. This class was twelve- and thirteen-year-olds, so she wasn’t naked. She looked Indian and her clothes confirmed the impression: loose green pants under a brightly colored long shirt, also green, with red and yellow decorations around the edges. “What’s the problem?”“Are you a sponsor, sir?”“Yes I am. This isn’t about the lesson is it?” It wasn’t, so he got her to pull up a chair to sit while they talked. “Right. What is this about, Haneet?”“Sponsors can take on extra children, like adopting. I lifted up, and this time I pushed down with my weight. I knew the Chardonnay was breaking my pussy, and I pushed harder anyway. The intensity got me off, caused my pussy to squirt, and mixed in with the medical lube running down the sides of the bottle were creamy cunt juices being flushed out by copious volumes of thinner squirt juice. I'm not per se multiorgasmic, but I don't stop when I'm enjoying myself either. I began working my legs, forcing them to lift me up and then relaxing to slide. We'll get her unloaded."The younger man activated a control and stood on the liftgate as it slowly rose to the second deck of the transporter. Red stood between Scott's legs and watched.The cover came off the car and after undoing some straps, the vehicle was backed onto the lift. Waiting for the car to be lowered from the transporter was like watching a slow, tortuous ballet.Finally, the big V-12 purred and the car's four tires rolled onto the street. The transport driver drove it through the.