Seconds seemed like minutes. “What is he waiting for?” Krista thought to herself. She started to inch herself back, and then stopped herself. “W...at am I doing?” Shame filed her head, again. But she couldn’t deny it anymore. She started backing up again. Steve grinned, and backed away from her.“Give it to me,” She whispered softly. “I’m sorry, did you say something?” Krista’s face turned beet red. “Please fuck me. Please fuck me with your black dick.” Steve didn’t waste any more time. One hard. My first customer was old man Schaff who lived down the road. He ran a large wheat farming operation and had two hired men. His regular bookkeeper, his wife, was sick, so he came to me and asked if I could help. I calculated their hours and deductions, then he asked me to write their checks for that month. Like a lot of older men in North Dakota, Elvin Schaff could not read or write much more than his name.I gained a few more customers by advertising in the Tribune; my rates were far less than. It's obviously mean to frighten me but it has the opposite effect. Twenty years. Is that all? Twenty years and then I could go home, Home to see my family, if I can find them. To see my parents if they are still alive. To see Joe, if he still wants me. All in only twenty years. My eyes start to water."Pavea, twenty years is a bargain, if you ask me. At the moment I am doing life without parole and without the privilege of visitors"This seems to stop the silly girl in her tracks, but just for a. It made my day knowing his day just got better by exposing myself to him.Today I am a 29 year old woman without the husband who got me into exposing myself to strangers. Even now I as write about my addiction I feel it between my legs thinking about the men who will be turned on by my candid addiction.I have a nice body, still c***dless, and therefore armed with the knowledge my pussy can still thrill a cock of average size, which is a ridiculous thought, because I still have sex with complete.