In the old days, the women who worked the mills would come for a glass of whiskey and a hookup. It was probably nicer back then too because the girls ...t the mills made serious jack-- and they spent it. These days it was down to a bunch of regulars who couldn't forget tradition; a few locals and the hookers who came in when they got sick of their johns and their pimps and wanted a pussy to eat because that at least helped them feel. The dykes in the day were said to be rough, but today some were. I said, ” Vishal, where is he taking me ? Please help me ”He replied, ” Its OK Nirmala. I am coming with you. Just do as he says ”Vishal followed us. I considered screaming for help, but an excited curiosity pulsed through me like an electrical current. The theater was small. A stale mustiness burnt my nose, as the stranger forced me toward an unfinished cabinet on the back wall. My thoughts raced, as I wondered what he was going to do. Frightening me with his speed and suddenness, he turned me. I quickly went to her and took the towel and wrapped her boobs and till her thighs. The still is still raw in my mind now. A beautiful face, wet hair whose strands were hardly covering her tight 36 B boobs. The pink nipples, not erect with dew drops on them. A deep navel, a perfect hour glass which shows off how tough she must be working out daily and her pubic. Light brown triangle shapes rather perfectly trimmed and the cunt folds as if which has experienced the biggest orgasm of life. Fully. When we lost our business and all that went along with it, I was still the richest girl in the world, because I had my man. I know it’s been tough for him, he is such a proud man. He needed to provide for his family, and every turn he made, there was another hurdle. Now we can start again.I need to get the kids organised. I wonder how much the girls know about this place. Danny is going to feel the changes most. We’ll have to work with him to make it work. Nessa and he are getting closer, more.