She couldn’t draw or paint, she couldn’t even sketch. Her art supplies had dwindled long ago. She didn’t have a job, or a qualification that esp...cially lended itself to having her job. The only thing she really had going for her was her race and gender. A company might be lenient towards hiring her just to fill the diversity quota, ticking two boxes at once.Tomorrow. She would start it all tomorrow. She needed today for herself to recover. To refresh herself physically and mentally, and to. I turned around and bent over with the balloon between my legs and I saw the red thing peeking out like evil incarnate blooming in a field of soft female flesh.Somehow I wound up on top of the four-poster bed with my bum pointed right at the mirror and I looked over my shoulder to watch how sinfully I humped the silly red balloon as if it were alive and making me act like a frenzied nympho alone in my bedroom and in desperate need of a quick and satisfying orgasm. The overworked thing was being. "How much will it cost?" I asked."Well depends on the amount of material and the type. For that shirt there, this is a list of prices for the types of materials we have in stock." Charlie handed me a print out.The prices were surprisingly reasonable. They were a bit more than really cheap clothes would cost, but not a huge amount, "OK, that looks affordable, I only need a couple of things now, but I may well come back at these prices." Repeat business is how we make our money here," grinned. While dancing manasa but her hand inside my under ware and took my rod in her hand. My rod became very hard. Now I got the courage and pressed her big boobs and removed her bra. She placed my face to here big boobs and told to have milk. I had milk from her big boobs. By the time Swetha from the backside remove my dress and manasa dress and we both were nude and she herself undressed her. Now we all were nude my rod was very hard Swetha placed her mouth on my rod and I was busy drinking.