I was told my customer was named “Jerry.” That was an Americanized name, I figured. I hoped I could get his real name so I could address him prope...ly. I didn’t know Japanese customs, but I did know people paid a lot of attention for rules and procedures.The name on Jerry’s door was written in those pictographs that made it impossible to figure out, or even if it was his name on the door.He looked at me as I followed him into the office, and then simply waved me to the side of the room.I went in. “Yes, Mom,” I replied, rolling my eyes at her dumb joke.“What happened?”“Cynthia, Libby, and I put our clothes on and got to the stairs before she came upstairs,” I said nonchalantly.“I think your dad had a similar situation to that more than once!” Mom One said.“He told me when I told him what happened.”“Where were Cynthia’s parents?” Mom Two asked.“Milwaukee. Her older brother is thinking of going to UW Madison.”“What did Cynthia’s grandmother say?” Mom Two asked.“That she was going to tell. .. yesss, yesssss, YESSSS... YES! YESSS!! OH GOD YESSSSS!!!!" She screamed. And then screamed again, loud and shrill as she felt herself begin to cum. At that moment, just before her peak, he pushed a button that released the air in the inflated cuff on the massive cork plugging her bottom. As the first orgasmic spasm ripped through her body, the nozzle, along with a thick stream of hot fluid, burst from her widely stretched asshole. She squealed again with tears of ecstasy and relief running. ‘Was it really that bad?’ she asked afterward and Eden accepted a glass of rum as she sighed, ‘Bad? Cora-leen it was awful in England. Men all over but nobody had much of any time for anything in the places where I was. I’m surprised that the population hasn’t plummeted. A few of the girls that I was in with managed a little something with a man, but those times were few and far between. You might see someone that you fancied from a first glance and they were the worst – because before you.