She had done it for the past 15 years, ever since the first day I met her really…she was my pot dealer. At 5’5”, she wasn’t hot but she was...’t bad looking either; a simple, plain-Jane, ordinary run-of-the-mill lesbian pot dealer. Brown haired, slightly over-weight and a hippy, she actually held down a very influential job; the same job as the other women, now that I think of it. But the kicker was that I had often talked to her about her lesbian lifestyle, I knew that she was really. I did my shopping and packed it away. I had a bit of lunch and then retrieved the bit of paper. The address was in a main shopping street. It cannot be right but, with nothing else to do, I decided to check it out. Maybe buy a book. I got the bus to save having to find a car park and went into town. I checked the address and decided to walk on the other side of the street. When I got opposite the address I saw two shops. One looked vacant with the front windows painted over. The one next door. “I’ll have to accept the in-house option Sir,” She said, “I can’t get into trouble with the Police, my Parents would throw me out onto the street.I nodded.“Good” I said., “I hoped you’d go for that option, you’ll find that it’s a lot better in the long term, even if at the time you find it humiliating, and distasteful.”I stood up from my chair, walked to the office door and locked it. I turned around, walked back to where she stood in the centre of the room, and placed both hands on her bottom,. "Yes Tony, yes Tony! yes Tony! fuck me! fuck me hard!" she moaned againI drilled Helen hard and fast, gripping her slim white hips as my cock shuttled in and out of her wet pussy, while she lay forwards over the counter staring at her husband and his camera begging me for more."Fuck me! fuck me! fuck me! I love it! I love it! I love it!" she groaned as I hammered her from behind.We fucked in that position for several more amazing minutes, and all through it Helen begged for more and deeper and.