Willingly she arched her back to let him fondle her breasts as she took his manhood back into her mouth. Moments after he grabbed her tits she felt hi... ballsack tense up and he let out a long sigh as he filled her mouth with squirt after squirt of his cum. She held it all in her mouth until he had pulled out and zipped up his pants. Turning on her side, she sat up and when he had gone she spat the contents of her mouth into a tall, empty cup on the tray. Only after she had untangled her chains. It was quarter to 8 in the morning. Who would be drinking beer this time of day?Turns out there was a marathon being run through the area, which would explain the arrows drawn in the road with flour. Runners would use them to navigate the course. (Can you believe some dipshit actually reported them to the cops for spreading anthrax?) The partiers were part of the marathon support crew, although why they’d be serving beer to runners baffled me. What runner would drink beer during his race?I. She saw there were other crazy ways to make money. She noticed that selling breastmilk made a ton of money. She wondered if she should go off the pill and have a baby.George would probably marry her, and she could make some nice change selling her breastmilk. She would think about that. She really did not want a baby just for that. It was something to think about in case she got pregnant. George fucked her a lot. She had been lucky at this point. She did take the pill but sometimes forgot to. She got the idea a lot quicker than I expected.Sushma threw open the door and stood there, stark naked, water beaded on her body, her wet hair sticking on her shoulders and back. Her huge breasts wet and nipples hard. She put her hands on her head, exposing everything.“Is this enough?” She asked.I said nothing. I walked into the bathroom, put my arm around her and pulled her in for a kiss, deep, passionate and forceful. At first she didn’t kiss back, until I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled.