On some occasions when he is right to his balls deep in my head, he holds his position, my mouth distended, bubbles of my saliva and his pre-cum poppi...g out past his turgid rod and my stretched painted lips. When he is thrusting in abandon, I can feel his balls slapping against my chin as he pulls my face into his groin, his bell end will be purple with pleasure by now, and a huge spurt of his cum will be erupting into my throat. I suspect I will probably gag on his spunk as I am forced to. Making your case against me is pointless; you will speak to a Conductor and they will determine if you have a viable complaint against my report.” The young man closed his mouth, eyes sparking enough to rival the wall of electricity that she had bound around them until a unit would arrive. This was their life; had always been their life, and they knew no differently. K stood there silently, maintaining the lockdown as her mind whirred. It hadn’t always been this way, she recalled. She vaguely. Before I answered, the old man appeared with the white wine, placed it in front of her and glanced down at her foot pressed against my cock, then smiled at me, as if he was not surprised at what was happening. I wondered what their relationship was, but at the moment, knew it was clearly of mutual benefit. I knew she was a whore but sensed not experienced, or comfortable in this role. She had a shy innocence and vulnerability about her that made her both devilishly sexy and angelic--someone who. After sitting for her for a couple of months, when I arrived at her home she stood behind the door with her baby in her arm, she was nursing the baby when I rang the bell, not only was she topless but she had on a pair of hot pants that was so brief and tight that I could see her pussy lips where the pants crotch was trying to get into her pussy opening. She noticed my attention on her crotch and said, “Lez, I usually don’t wear anything while I’m nursing, but when I’m horny I like to wear.