Then, I slid the black stockings up my smooth legs, and attached them to the garters, struggling to get the seems straight in the back. Next came the...crinoline skirt to puff out the French maid outfit, and the shiny black fuck-me heels. (I'd ordered them a while ago, and practiced walking in them whenever he was gone. I was a natural, if I say so myself.)I put on the big mass of blonde hair they called a wig, and finished my lipstick, and finally looked at myself in the full length mirror. . I, at least, have a job.”“She does.”“Does?”“Have a job. She’s my daughters nurse.”“She’s a nurse?”“Wet nurse.”“What the hell is a wet nurse?”“Portable milk factory,” said Myndee from the back seat. Abby was burrowed into a nipple and softly slurping away.“You had your baby?”“This is Abby ... David’s child,” she nodded at me. “I lost mine.” The sadness was there.“Abby? Any relation to Just Abby?”“Our daughter.” I continued, “Abby died in childbirth.”“Wow ... I’m really behind,” she said. “Hi. I just wanted my fix. "C'mon baby, don't you wanna fuck me?" God, I was such a slut. "No? Awww. Then can I suck you? Would that be okay? Please?" Conversely, he actually was pleased. I mean, what big-cocked, hot blooded, Scandinavian guy wouldn't be? He was making a cute little number into his own personal slut. I had all the necessary assets. I had the body and I still do. I had the open, accepting mind. I had the enthusiasm and the strong desire to please. And I had a man who satisfied me. The cops joked as they took turns pissing on the helpless piece of trash.Mikey held his dick aiming his yellow stream at her head.Worthless Bitch.Lisa shivered as the warm piss turned cold.Finally a police truck with a box built for prisoners pulled up. It was the MEAT WAGON.They used it to transport groups to the county jail. Nights they would round up a group of whores, just enough to make a good show.They would throw them in the meat wagon and take them to the jailand hold them in a cell.