My young body shook like a five-point five on the Richter. He pushed me onto the drafting table and turned me face down, flat on my belly. My asshole ...as his next target. His tongue wriggled and snaked and thrust. I didn’t know, come here from sick-em. All I knew was how good he felt tongue fucking my ass. I pulled my knees under me then pushed back against his assault. His tongue parted my little asshole and he tasted my rectum.I was panting and my hands were slipping as I tried to get. Vic told her what we needed and she led us to the men’s department and started pulling out suits after measuring me. The suits were gorgeous and while I didn’t really know how much a suit cost, the price seemed reasonable. I was making really good money, had some savings and it was time to class up my game. Ingrid offered us champagne as we tried on suits, I say we, as Vic was there all the time, oohing and ahhing with each try-on. We settled on a deep grey pinstripe and had the pants fitted.. Her nipples and boobs had swollen, and blue veins could be seen clearly.This was a shock to me. Especially my friend’s mom was showing her boobs to me. She said she tried to pump the milk out, but it was not happening. “Maybe it needs some man’s hands. I can’t ask Ashish if he is my son. So can you help me?”This was unbelievable to me. So to be sure, I asked her, “Aunty, you want me to press your boobs and pump the milk out?”She said, “No, you may not just press them. Sometimes you might need. . 'She didn't want to take that thought too far in case she totally lost it and started really working on the pretty blonde instead of just teasing them both to fever pitch.Annie opened the curtain once again to let Becky inspect her reflection and for the blonde's mother to see the first of the blouse and skirt ensembles. Again the selections won fairly quick approval.When the last outfit was approved Annie stripped her customer down for the final time. Rebecca was getting rather accustomed to.