“Oh don’t be so churlish,” Julia sighed, “I’m going to and if you won’t don’t expect me to pay your bills.”
“Your choice,” I added. street walking I mean,”
“Er no,” Petunia admitted. Us!” Petunia protested, “And now we’re broke,”
“We need money,” Julia blurted out, “We can’t pay our hotel, Daddy is living at his club, Mummy is with her old governess and we have nowhere to go, we need money, you owe us.”
“And you think I am going to give you money?” I asked. I helped her sink down until my cock was deep inside her. “Get your knickers off Petunia,” Julia ordered, “Have a little wank and sit on his cock, it can’t be that awful can it?”
“Not so fast, not here, upstairs in the club,” I explained, “You can meet the clients, they are all quite nice, ex forces mainly, one or two have a few bits missing.”
“Are you for real?” Julia asked, “What is this a brothel?”
“Not exactly, it provides attractive female company to discerning gentlemen,” I explained
“It’s a house of ill repute,” Petunia replied knowingly. “Ah money first,” Julia reminded me. “It’s a little game, one poke each, then two, then three and if you cheat you have to go back to one,” I explained, “But we won’t do that today as we don’t have a referee.”
“Oh, all right,”
