A week later… “’Ey, Freddie!” The stout woman looked up from chopping vegetables on a dirty wooden table and pointed the knife at him. “Grab that tray of food o’er there and take it to room seven! Josie and her client are ’ungry!” “’Ow’d you know they’re finished?” Freddie grumbled, putting asi...
A rich scent rose from the small piece of paper she clutched and her heart leaped in excited expectation of the satisfaction to come. Beneath the skirt of her dressing gown, a dull ache started between her legs and a warm flow of fluid signaled the beginnings of her excitement. Mercy, all she had...