“I could be pregnant!”“If you're prepared to listen I'll tell you why you're not going to the cops and just how we can make sure you're not preg...ant.”“You're not hearing me, you smug wanker, I'm going to the cops!”“And tell them what? You came to new York to be the BDSM plaything of a very rich man and it hasn't worked out quiet how you expected?”“Quiet how I expected? What the fuck! You just got me gang ****d!”“Your profile announcement on Fetlife say something like, I often visit NYC. If we. There were no held or displayed. It was not a wedding. I felt the pink bud of my shaved parts, and I felt soft, wet, and I seemed to dream waking, as I felt my twin lips, running them through and up my shaft, clit, and then quickly inside to slow the tension, as if I were full, and dangerous. I reached up and my nipples sore, from my Devil. I can’t imagine a more handsome fiend. Bright eyes. Fucking, I am aroused from my self and my child, and massaging nipple, it leaks soft, not true milk,. I really couldn't breathe. He chuckled and lifted himself onto his elbows. He pumped his ass against me a couple more times but I could tell he was getting soft.Then he shifted up off me and slowly pulled it out of my ass. I could feel his cum leaking out of my now sore stretched asshole.He laughed out loud and smacked me on the buttocks very hard.When I finally got to my feet, he was already dressed and out of the room.I barely could walk to the bathroom and sat down before it seemed a gallon. Divide that through by the hourly rate and you get $140 per hour - you’d pay that for any other professional service, and Lady Ashley is no different.Let’s forget the actual service for a moment and talk about the “facilities”. Lady Ashley is set up in the basement of her home with a quarter of the basement dedicated to the examining room. This room is complete with a stirrup-equipped exam table (stirrups that support the legs), all the gadgets on the wall (blood pressure cuff, ear/eye device,.