By this time, Trish had her on her back and was on all fours on top of her. "Yeah. You and Joe already own the controlling share of the business, and he thinks you'll make the best manager. You inherited your share from your mother."
Her jaw dropped open. "Why would my mother... own a whorehouse?"
Trish tipped her head back and laughed. "We were partners. Candy was a hell of a madam, and a firecracker of a whore. She was a natural, too. When we first started working together, she'd been a virgin only months before. Joe helped us buy out the old owner to get rid of the bastard."
"Did she keep working after she had me and Tammi?"
Trish pursed her lips, stopped doing sexual stuff and stroked Jenny's hair. "She loved it too much to stop, Sweetheart. She was on her way to work the night that drunkard ran into her."
She kissed Jenny's forehead, then told her, "So you inherited her share, and Joe is giving his share to your little sister after she starts working too. My daughter gets my share when I retire."
The woman started up again with her hands. Jenny experimentally reached up to fondle her breasts and asked her, "Your daughter does this too?"
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