Brooke's husband, Ken, was a hard worker and he did his best to support them, but the economy was taking its toll on his building contracting company ...oo; folks just didn't have the money for remodeling or new construction these days. He was competing for the few commercial jobs available with a lot of other companies, some of which were a lot bigger and could, therefore, afford to bid very low on their work.In order to make the monthly bills, Brooke had taken a few temp jobs here and there,. Make itimpossible for you to get hard. Now and until I decide otherwise. I'mtired of worrying that you'll mess with my shoes and boots when I'm nothere. So from now until whenever, I'm keeping you locked. Do it."There were two sounds. The lock clicked shut. Betty Boot sobbed. Hislife would still include being made girly. And being the keeper of hiswife Velma's collection of shoes and boots. But now that footwear wouldtorment him because he had no way to release the passions it. Isn't that what happens? Your pussy gets all wet, your nipples swell up, and you can't help thinking how absolutely groovy it would be to be in the sack with him, to fuck him." Yeah, that's easy enough to say, but when the guy's your own brother?" There was an edge of bitterness in her voice, a tone that seemed to say, you don't know what it's like to actually have these awful feelings."Hell, I can't blame you. Farley's a really neat guy." He was eighteen like Nell, and had been a big school. He asked me how much. I stopped, still bent over, and asked what he meant. He asked again how much to cum in me. I was stunned, and blurted out a number. I was more surprised when he agreed to $300. He told me he couldn’t pay until the next day but he would pay. Trying not to think about it I told him OK, I needed the money and did not want to chicken out. I stood back up and turned around. He started rubbing my pregnant belly and leaned in to suck my tits. I reached over and undid his.