My mother had me late in life and she was getting up there in age by this time, and I wanted to bear some of her burden...it was the least I could do,...so I went out and got a crappy job to pitch in for our living expenses. It was hard to get anywhere in the unskilled labor “workforce “, nobody wants to hire you unless you have experience, and you can’t get the experience without getting hired, it’s the classic rock and hard place scenario.Fast forward a couple of years and a chance meeting with. Fir dhire dhire hamara contact badhne laga aur wo business woman thi to kayi bar kaam ki wajah se bhi call karti msg karti ese hi hum ek dusre ke kafi close aa gaye… Ek din dophar me uska msg aya ki muje kuch msgs bhejo na plz mene bola kese msgs to usne bola aap samaj jao kese msg bhejne ka bol rahi hu muje pata tha wo adult msg bhejno ko bol rahi hai lekin mein usko muh se sunna chahta tha to kafi force karne ke bad wo boli k gande wale msg bhejo mene bola tuje kyu chahiye to wo boli muje. ” I called, leaving the second the game was in my hand. The crowds forced me to duck and weave through the throngs of people. Now, all I needed was to get to the bus stop before…“Hey, if it isn’t Doe.”…that happened.I glanced towards the entryway of the food court. If I could just get home, I’d be safe. The only things I needed to deal with were the sea of people blocking my path, the football team standing behind Falcon, the distance to the bus stop, the time until the next run, and the fact. Black, shiny PVC. A micro-mini, zipping up the side, I pull it up over my nylon clad legs to discover it hardly covers my stocking tops. The smallest lean forward will expose my suspender clips for all to see, along with the white flesh of my upper thigh. When I pull the zip up it hugs my buttocks like a second skin, clearly showing the thin lines of the suspender straps underneath.Shoes next, lovely they are, glistening black patent leather, four inch heels which taper to spikes. I slip my.