She started by asking for rs 1000 per hour. Initially her customers were generally managers and their close friends. There was no outsider, later she ...ncreased her fees and took on some of the high ppl in the community. And since she was a government employee even if she doesnt come to the office for a day, nobody bothers. But usually it would be the afternoon off so that she can be back at home by evening. Manjus services were done in the following way- the customer would contact the peon in. They cheered as they felt her cum, telling her she was just a dirty little slut, how they would like to take her back home and let their mates take turns up her, she was screaming yes over and over, she would love to be gang banged in all her holes, now she’d had two cocks she wanted three, four and more.Mike was first to cum, he was deep up her ass when she felt his cock thicken, then the hot cum was being pumped deep inside her, and what a good load it was, she felt his cock twitch at least. And oatmeal for breakfast, which I can get in the cafeteria. They also have bananas and apples, which I can put in the oatmeal for flavor, or a bit of honey.”“But you can have fish during this time?” Kimiko asked.“Yes, but the cafeteria usually only serves fish regularly on Fridays during Roman Catholic Lent, which doesn’t line up with ours because ours is longer, and the dates of Easter differ. That’s an ancient argument, and one for the bishops, not me!”“I hear you say that a lot,” Clarissa. Feeling every more excited, I slid it down my legs too, and suddenly I was sitting on the grass in just my panties: plain white to match my bra, clinging tightly over the plump bulge of my mound. This was it. I lay back, raised my bum, and pulled the panties down over my thighs. I could see the little curls of my dark bush as I paused with my panties round my knees. I looked round to check that I was still alone, and pulled them right off. Now I was totally naked, sitting on the grass. It.