”“Why not bless the shack?”She smiled indulgently. “Not even Alta’s petty gods would bother blessing such a place. That whorehouse does get ...lessings though.” Her face twisted as she spoke of the brothel.Stepping inside the well-managed room and taking a seat on the blanketed floor, Rayner stated the reason for his visit. “Madam Grace wanted me to ask you if you could convince the refugee women to stop selling themselves. We know you disapprove.” Tessa was nodding in agreement. “And because of. I get right next to them and i tell Naomi to alternate spanking to fondling,i want to see her expert fingers exploring Chelsea ass crack,squeezing those succulent buttocks,i spread them to expose the tight hole,stretching the dark skin surrounding it.I make her rub it and sink her fingers around it i say''feel it pulsing ,squeeze it,don't penetrate it,just pinch the bulging ass ring and sink the finger deeper around it and again squeeze.Naomi tells me that her laps are covered with Chelsea. The things that the sly military man did to his wife were so humiliating that poor Horace had no choice but to take his shaft and choke it until it squirted out his seeds onto the closet floor. When the fellow finally departed, he scooped up his disheveled spouse and got her safely into the taxi for the ride home. Somehow, she had grabbed a bottle of champagne on the way out and proceeded to consume the entire bottle before they arrived back at the front door.He had to carry his wife from the. "Or, not very often." Yeah," my wife said. "He planted the seed and now he's off planting it in other wombs, I suppose." If I hadn't known my wife didn't care for that Idea (or at least she had said she didn't), I could have sworn there was a slight tinge of...envy(?) to it.But she went on. "I saw that young black guy the other day, Several blocks from here. You know just where I saw him?" Where?" I replied. Intrigued."He was going into Cheryl and Doug's house." Cheryl and Doug's? I don't who.