As I was doing so, a stream of whitish liquid started oozing out of her left nipple. She was lactating after death! I immediately leaned down and suck...the leaking nipple. I sucked in quite a lot of sweet, cold milk as my hands let go of the needle and thread and started stroking her face and fondling her breasts.After I sated my thirst, I continued sewing and soon, it was done. Next, I had to work on the throttling marks. The bruises were very dark against the pale complexion of her neck and I. My bud was a fan though not as big as me, however he was game and so we decided to give her the privilege of our hard cocks and cum loads.For me Kate had been driving my cock wild since my teenage years. I vividly remember her on morning tv and was instantly fascinated with this sexy older woman with the curvy figure and enormous breasts. As a horny wanking mad teenager she was one of my main targets alongside Kelly Brook, Louise etc, regularly fantasizing about how I would love to lick her. It had happened. I was a whore.He called me later that day with his pitch. Given everything thathappened, he said, he thought we should go forward with his plan, whichwasn't basically that he was planning to pimp me out - he was definitelyplanning to pimp me out. Was I a whore? Really a whore? I would openmy legs for money? I had already done that last night. Would itcompletely take my self esteem? Had it already? Would it raise it?Fuck. Guys would pay me to fuck me. They'd be clean. . She pulled the fingers from my mouth. "You want to, don't you?" She asked."Yes!" I blurted. "But I never......" I'll teach you, just go with the flow. I think you'll love it!" She lifted up a little and her pussy hovered over my face. I lifted up to kiss it but she was out of reach, she was wet and glistening, a little of her pussy juice leaking from between her hairless lips. It looked so sexy, I really did want to do this. "Ask nicely!" She teased. "I need a lover who wants me!" Please let me.