I couldn't tell you what hour it was, I couldn't tell you what day it was, The only thing I could honestly tell you is that the day this all began is ...very persons worst nightmare of a day, That day was the day I would leave my house for the final time, Only a few days before I had lost my parents in a tragic car accident, I would prefer not to go into details of the horrific accident so yeah lets just carry on with the story, As I was saying, Bad day for me, Leaving the house I had spent the. I start picking them up, one at a time, running my hands over them to feel their firmness, their girth, feeling the knobs and the curves imaging how it will feel deep in my wet pussy. You step up behind me, pressing against me, your leg between my legs, raising it to kneed my pussy just a little. Knowing how wet my pussy is, knowing it will leave a wet spot on the lining of my coat. A little reminder for later of the fun we are having now. I notice the produce guy is on the other side of the. . I suffer whatever he has to give me the whole of my globesstinging and burning as the grit bites into my flesh.For a respite? he makes mestand and hands behind my back my breasts suffer the same fate. It isimpossible to tell you the pain a woman can feel in her breasts however I feelit and my screams turn to begging as Jon lays into my breasts? and in particular my proud nipples. I seethrough my tear laden eyes his laughter as I beg him to stop. Often I am sohoarse with screaming I can only. ”“I’ll pay you ten thousand dollars if you’ll give him a blowjob like you gave me.”“YOU WOULD?”“I sure would, it would be worth more than that to me and his mother too, if we knew he liked girls.”“What if I asked him to do more?”“I’ll pay you double if he sucks your pussy and I’ll even double that if you let him fuck you between your sexy ass cheeks like I just did.”“Get your money counted out, Mr. Frank. That boy is going to get everything but my cherry.”“I can hardly wait to hear all about.