We knew that she would have to convince a broker that she was a serious customer—who ever heard of a woman investing in the stock market? We thought...that it would be fun when she started to make a lot of money.She called our bank as asked for the names of some brokers whom she called. They were all polite, but most didn't take her seriously. However, she did find that rarity of the times-- a woman stock broker who would be glad to add Mother's name to her customer list. While Mother was working. .." My words trailed off as I cast a glance at her crotch. I could make out the faint outline of something snaking slightly down her pant leg, but I couldn't get as long of a look as I would have liked. "Let's go in, I'm starving!" The restaurant was fairly busy during the lunch time rush, but we managed to get a table fairly quickly. We chatted about her job and mine, about the weather, and about a few of our mutual friends. We laughed together and were all smiles. Even if she wasn't a. The blond man slowly went down on his knees and i slowly followed his cock like a fish on a hook,lifting my ass off my legs so the man behind me could get a better view of my ass-etts.Still sucking and stoking the blonde mans meaty hardon.I felt the brown haired man move up behind me,i felt his thick package smack against my ass.I spread my legs open to match his cock height.I felt him feeling up my shaved sissy ass as he pulled my satin thong to the side and pressed his cock against me.My body. “I can get you better food stockings, lingerie if you are my whore. If you do as you are told I shall take care of you. If you do not then things might be less comfortable for you.” She kissed me then, hard. Her hands roamed freely over my uniform which was dull and grey and poorly-made like most wartime attire, for the occupied French at least. “I shall keep some clothes here for you to wear when we are alone but I want to see your body now.” She fumbled with the buttons and opened the top of.