Mrs Willis's contacts

"Hey MrsWillis, do you know anyone you could send my way?"

"Sir?" queried the elderly woman, straightening up after wiping his cock clean with a kleenex, this being a task she was performing on a regular basis these days.

"You know, do you know any women you could bring to work with you?"

"You mean, young women... I'm not sure, I guess there is my niece Ophelia, but she is at school just now. She's what is it they call it these days? A goth? or Emo? something like that. She tells me but I don't pay any attention really".

"No, not just girls, and I hope Ophelia is 18 by the way, but any friends or family - any age".

"Oh. In that case. Yes I think I do. There's my bridge group. We've been struggling to find a regular location for a game recently. I think,"

"Yes, yes. That sounds fine.", said Isaac cutting her off. So you've got your niece and the bridge group".

"Yes - who should I bring?"