She was supplying the studs for women who wanted to pay for cock, esp. big fat ones who think no one will fuck them. It was about seven pm when I show...d up and she said before the ladies get here and there are a lot, they are all very well off with money, some are about thirty years old others are about in their sixties, and all are fat women. I told them I would supply the rooms and different age studs for hire in my house. each room had a sign on it that said, TWENTY YEAR OLD FOR HIRE, AND. ” Without even logging out, I immediately closed my laptop. I packed my bag, took my bike, and drove to the main gate.She was waiting there, fully refreshed with the top button of her red casual shirt open. She was waiting for me with her shades on, chewing bubble gum with a bright red glossy lipstick and strong perfume on her. I felt like holding her flat on the petrol tank and kissing her right in front of the security.But I decided to control myself again as I was not sure of her intentions. ” She again pushed the handle in, over and over again. Only a fraction of an inch more disappeared with each thrust, but slowly she was deepening both the penetration and her pleasure.When she had taken nearly the entire handle in, she then rotated the misused tool and she trembled. Looking at me with a dreamy smile she said, “The ridges on that handle are just enough to really touch and do things to me…. Oh my God, thank you for leaving me this!” “You’re certainly welcome.” I barely said. "Wait, I do!" Heather said. "The ones that Nyssa takes have a dark aura, but their... well, their victims get a lighter one."Jason paused a moment and then nodded. "You might be right." So what's knowing all this gonna do for us?" Richie said. "We can't do nothing about the ones that are already taken, right?" Can we?" Melinda asked. "Can we do anything for them?"Jason shook his head. "I don't think so. I mean, I don't like to say it, but... they may be gone for good."Melinda shivered. Heather.