I mean, today it’s rough, but fifty years ago it was rougher. I had no options, really. So I kept my milk going. In fact, I was able to satisfy up t... four customers a day, if they weren’t greedy and I timed it right. They were paying me between three and four hundred a week, and there’s no way I could have made that kind of money doing anything else except maybe prostitution, and I didn’t want to take those risks.I had all kinds of clients, and saw all of them in their offices. When I went to. At school as a teen I had to endure the almost non-stop calls from the boys, “Give us a feel” and “Show us ‘em”. I gave them all a bad look and the ‘V’ sign. My parents would have been horrified. Where had I learnt that?I had a talent for artistry and my loving Christian parents, I was an only child, saw this and I had private tuition. I used to copy paintings of all the Saints and won many a prize.After meeting Thomas I did some erotic paintings at his suggestion and after we were married they. Ashley watches the girl's fingers disappear into her small body, over and over again. She almost whimpers in desperation. "I bet you're very jealous of her right now aren't you dear?" Ashley is still trembling with nervous energy, made much worse by her desperate, sexual need. She can feel her mouth watering as she imagines getting to do to herself, what the slave is doing in front of her. Images and feelings of Tessa tongue fucking her, jump through her mind. "Yes, Miss Rose. I feel jealous of. The man stopped to ask if I needed help just as his dog shoved his nose between my legs, causing me to fall. I hit the ground hard and the dog started to run his rough tongue rapidly between my legs. I had a birds eye view of his doggy cock. I couldn't believe my ears as the man told the dog, GOOD BOY! Guess they had done this before cause the black man immediately ran his big hands under my sports bra and began pinching my nipples extremely hard causing my pussy to throb more. I was.