In enger Bluse und knielangem Rock stand die 35-jährige Traumfrau nun neben mir und schüttelte mitleidig den Kopf. "Ach Tom, du solltest wirklich ge...auer auf die richtige Reihenfolge und Dosierung der Stoffe achten!" Ich packe das einfach nicht, Frau Stichner," seufzte ich resigniert und fischte mit der Tiegelzange meine Brille aus der schäumenden Masse."Mit deinem fabelhaften Aussehen und deinem athletischen Körper, kommst du sicherlich auch ohne Chemiekenntnisse durchs Leben," hörte ich ihre. I massaged them lightly and she leaned forward and her hands worked on the tie holding her top. She pulled the string and the top went slack, her mounds laying heavier in my hands. I moved my hands and the garment fell to her lap. Placing my hands on her breasts again caused a small sigh as she pressed back against me.Twisting on the barstool, she faced me. Her hands went to my head and pulled it to one of her breast. Taking one hand, she guided her nipple to my mouth and pressed my face into. Her top was an old loose hockey jersey of mine, I hadn’t played hockey since seventh grade. Her bottoms were the usual baggy pink flannel pants. I lifted her sleeve, “When’d you start wearing that?”“It’s kinda become armor,” she rolled her head towards me with a smile. “I couldn’t get to sleep without knowing you were trying to save me.”“There was so little I could do,” I frowned. “You got out?”“Yeah,” she grinned. “It’s cold as shit and all the lights are only green.”“Spooky. You OK did you. Then there are his friends. They supply us with the provisions, whatever we want. And I pay by allowing them to whip my back twice for every five pence of purchase. For each dollar of purchase they get to fuck my face and pour their cum inside my mouth. For each five dollar it is my cunt or asshole. Majority of them prefer my tight butt. In the back room I just bend over a chair and first they whip me for the changes and then remove the plug, whichever hole they want to fuck.Normally his.