Even after the years we have had in each other's arms the fires of new love burn brightly within us! This beautiful angel, my Ali, can take my breath ...way with nothing more than a smile. Ali awoke this morning and told me of the dream that she just had. This dream moved me in ways that I can explain but you may not understand. It was a dream of our dreams, a dream of our passions; it was a dream of our fantasies and the wild passions that we share. This is Ali's story. These are the wild. You know Lydia, the only difference between a slut and a whore is that a slut gives it away for free to anyone who wants it. But a slut that demands payment for it, raises herself a little above the level of a common trashy slut and deserves the right to call herself a whore, which is at least an honest profession, even if not one that is always accepted by polite society. So I guess you're right. You're not really a whore yet, and I won't call you one anymore until you start getting paid for. Patricia came to the rescue and in front of my Mom and Beverlyshe took my penis into her mouth and sucked me off. I saw mom smilingat me as she watched Patricia sort out my pesky penis. Once that wasdone it was easy and with the gaff around my knees, my testicles pushedback, my penis tucked back the gaff was pulled over my hips by Patriciaand Beverly. Mom helped to get the waist corset round me and she andBeverly pulled at the laces to give me a smaller waist. The next itemwas my padded. . and that meant he had to leave first. He wiped his cock on her ass, leaving a trail of mixed cum, and quickly left the store, walking a bit further.Pia herself felt aching and empty when they left. She had felt whole when filled, but now, she was missing something important. She stood on unsteady legs, and looked at herself. Skirt up to her waist like a belt, her chest coated in cum. It was probably in her hair, and when she touched her cheek she smiled, and scooped as much into her mouth as.