Even a minor illness or accident would destroy her financially.“Oh,” Jack said.It seemed to him that their situation was getting worse and worse. ...is most recent job had come to an end and now she was making less than before.“Yeah, oh,” Abby said sarcastically. She figured that he could have come up with something better than ‘oh.’“Why did you quit?” Jack asked. He knew that she wasn’t happy with her job, but to quit like that meant that something bad had happened.“I don’t want to talk about. She was soon soaking in her hot bubble bath and as she relaxed, it suddenly happened, her eyes closed and she saw Master Ray's face looking at her from somewhere inside her mind. His lips moved and from somewhere close by she heard his voice telling her what a slut she was and how she really wanted to play with her nipples. The voice continued as it instructed her to squeeze her fleshy tits and slide her soapy fingers over her erect aching nipples. Then she heard this voice demanding she lift. I hate to get it cut. I would love to have it curledand highlighted. I imagine walking through my office, and having thewomen point and the men laugh. I imagine lipstick. I imagine fingernailpolish. I imagine pantyhose. I think about getting kissed while wearinglipstick.I stripped, and I shimmied into a pair of pale blue panties. In thestories, I know, the subject is made to shave or remove his hair rightaway. In real life, hair is but a momentary inconvenience. It would dofor now. I fastened. He slammed is hips against mine, his cock stretching my pussy and making me scream. I reached down and began rubbing my flushed, excited clit with my thumb and already began to feel the intense surge of my orgasm as it neared. “Oh yes, fuck it. Fuck that tight pussy!” I cried, arching back and bracing myself against his legs. He was groaning deep in his chest, his cock rifling in and out of me. A fire roared beneath my belly button and I felt heat begin rising from the very bottoms of my.