You see, we run a very special type of model agency."Betty was staring from one to the other, her mouth half open in bewilderment."Yes," Peterson went...on. "Instead of the usual teenager type of very young woman that most agencies seek, we look for the more striking, the more worldly type of woman. And you notice I say "woman". We're not interested in girls or teenagers!" B-but what has all this got to do with me?" Betty asked, still puzzled."As I mentioned, one of our talent scouts spotted. After my weird exchange with the pink haired, tattoo girl I was ready togo. The problem was Shelly hadn't finished shopping, A glance her wayshowed her elbow deep in a bin of fake leather purses. I sighed. Thiswas going to take a while.With nothing to do, I wandered around, attempting to lose myself in someof the stores gaudy displays, when I noticed the pink hair girlfollowing me with her eyes. Her stares were quickly becominguncomfortable. I looked for a place out of her line of sight. As hungry as I was to just attach my mouth to her nipple and drain her of all her milk, I had to look up at her and ask, “Are you sure?”She took a deep breath, nodded her head up and down and said, “Go ahead.”I moved my hand around her waist and gently pulled her toward me until her nipple touched my lips. I opened my mouth and attached myself to her nipple and began to suckle slowly. It was only fifteen seconds but it seemed like forever before her milk began to freely flow onto my waiting. It seemed that my husband’s will was having an effect on everyone in the room and I knew that my ordeal was about to take a major step forward. Lewis was to be the one who took that step and it began when I felt his hand touch my inner thigh. I gasped in surprise and stiffened, but when he looked up at me he said, ‘Steady Brianna. You must obey your husband. I am just going to examine your sweet little cunt.’ ‘Yes that’s it baby, let your boss have a feel of your cunt.’ This was from my.