She was an older woman: very pretty, with a couple of tattoos on her arms, a nice, slim figure, pretty eyes and great lips. She looked at me, seeming ...o look me up and down and smiled. "No problem, honey. I couldn’t let a beautiful girl like you walk home in this mess of a storm. So, where are we going to?" I smiled back at her and turned to look forward.“Just up the road. Take the fifth turning on the left and then go to the end of the road. It’s the bungalow," I said as I pointed out the. As alway, make sure you are clean, shaved and well-rested. Wear your plug—they'll enjoy seeing your wide-open asshole." He packed up his briefcase briskly, not even bothering to glance my way or ask what I thought of his plans. And why would he? I was committed to being the best whore I could be. It wasn't my place to ask questions—just to suck, fuck and follow orders. I smiled as he tweaked my nipple on his way out, murmuring, "Good girl." That night I was so excited, I could hardly sleep. I. .. No, she would never ever go back to that asshole one more time. He had definitely broken her heart too often. Enough is enough.She took a deep breath and continued inspecting her body.Her large perky EE tits were certainly not the biggest ones in Bimboville. But for her short frame, standing at only 5'3'', they were perfectly sized. And they were already big enough to stretch out her cashier outfit. Although she was wearing a bra underneath it, her boss had insisted on it, her always-erected. . this time of my limp and bald little dick... "I can't wait to show these pics to my girlfriends!" she giggles "They're gonna be jealous that I found such an obedient little babydick sissy to play with!" I stand there speechless, blushing, totally humiliated, but equally aroused.. "Now why dont you turn around and show me what kind of ass you are working with here..."I obey, quickly, but reluctantly.. turning around and bending over in front of her, and lifting up the back of my dress,.