As time went on she tried more and more things, but none more perverse and satisfying than when she discovered her tight tender ass. Her pussy still g...t wet each time she thought of that first time when she was laying on her bed fucking herself with a nice thick cucumber. She had gotten good at pounding herself hard with the cucumber in then fully out then back in again. In the throes of one orgasm she pulled the cucumber out her hips raised and she slammed it back into her virgin asshole. She. ”On Friday we set out together. Fran with her school backpack, me with my hooker bag. I left my sexy nightgown at home. I arrived at the hot tub place at 07:50. Already three hopeful hookers were waiting for early riser clients. One of them commented, “Oh goodie, more competition!”I muttered, “Appointment.” All four of us watched cars entering the parking lot. Just before 08:00 the neon sign sputtered “OPEN”.An older pickup truck parked. We all looked hopeful. I saw the black lunch pail. “Sorry. .. so to speak.(GET UPSTAIRS and GET CHANGED!!)Sobbing with apprehension, Alex burst into his room and made straight for the bed, his large, blue eyes moist and glistening. His mind was groping for a way out of this nightmare. Even now, with his punishment only minutes away, he still clung to the hope of a suspended sentence. A slender hope at best (virtually non-existent, in fact), but better than none at all. Maybe an outright admission of guilt would sway his Aunt's irreversible judgement.. She dressed and walked back to the waiting room.As she left I did a little exploration myself. She seemed clear and I was glad of that. At least, if anything was present then it would be treatable without operation.I walked to the door, opened it, “Mrs. Stephens please.”I saw the same uncertainty on the next woman’s face as I always see. I entered the same routine many times, over and over; with the same enthusiasm every time.At lunchtime my breasts were getting excited. I’m not normal. I.