Ask Miss Kitty if she like a french tart or two for the menu.

“Are you looking to add more girls, because I meet two very lovely French ladies, a mother and a daughter, on the ride here who are good with their mouths if you know what I mean?” I grinned remembering how their lips felt on my cock.

“Ich habe indeed Mister Hardwood, though I don’t have room für two von them, one maybe. Most of meine girls work second jobs hier as ies ist. Maria tends die bar, Cassidy deals cards an den weekends, und Virginia plays the piano. Times are tough, Ich am hoping die railroad will bringt in mehr business. Plus mein girls would have to vote on mich taking on a ein neues girl. Inga only got in because sie ist ein little sweetheart und sie agreed to give die other girls ein cut von her prophets.” The mistress frowned. I could tell she wanted to expand the business but couldn’t.

“What about a house mom, Madame Beaumont is a dress maker by trade, she wants to open up a boutique and sell her own clothing. I don’t know how you get your lovely outfits now but having someone in town that can make them for you.” I smiled. Her dress was lovely though a little faded from repeated washing.

“Now you haben mein interesset mister Hardwood. Ich would nichts mind mein girls having a little more Klasse. Plus Ich could pay her to teach mein girls, how you say in den French wege of machen love. Ich don’t suppose Ich could finden someone willing für meine girls to practice on.” The mistress smiled at me as she gave my dick a little rub.

“I t might be hard, but I know someone who is up for the job.” I grinned hopping she caught the little double meaning. The sly look on her face said she did.

“Well do you want to go finden Ihr now, or ich could invite ihr für drinks tonight.” The Mistress shrugged. “So sie can enjoy some von our local flavor.”