A scowl on his face, he stopped at the wagon. "I got work ta do what ya want?" I just wanted to thank you, he..." the blonde woman started."Don't than... me, more than likely you'll be under the men in a few days. They train their whores a hell of a lot before they put them out there to make coin." The blonde man told her."I am no whore; I am a lady. I will never..." The blonde woman started.The blonde man turned his stone cold, piercing eyes to look directly into the woman's eyes."It doesn't. All the time the low pitched buzzing in my arsekept my cock twitching which made the bell tinkle, and getting lost inthe layers of netting of my petticoat,.I was so engrossed in pleasure that I almost forgot I had work to do. Isat at the desk, powered up the lap-top, constantly looking at myreflection in the mirror in front of me - God I was gorgeous! Why do Ihave to work, why can't I spend all day, every day, like this it's somuch more fun. After only achieving about an hour of actual work -. The hostel I stayed in was closed, so I had to go to my widow aunt’s house which was the only place of accommodation at the time of sudden standstill.My 49-year-old buxom aunt (on my mother’s side) had lost her lousy husband who was an alcoholic. She lived in a shabby chawl system society and had no children out of her grotesque marriage.The only visitor my aunt had was an old lady with whom she would chat over other people’s business. Sometimes I eavesdropped on their conversation and found. But when I said “Baby do that again!” she smiled and reached for some more. The second taste of her fingers had more sweet juices then before, and I still could not quite place what fruit she tasted of, It was closer to strawberry than anything else. I said “baby, you’re my strawberry! I just love your taste; I can’t wait to dive into your pussy”. Thinking back about this wonderful gift of hers, my guess is that she wanted to see if I was telling the truth about how much I like the taste of.