Giselle thought about her answer before she replied. She had long since given up about caring what people saw of her. Her abuse at the hands of these ...eople had driven any feelings of decorum from her. It had got to the stage almost, that she thought of herself as, just so much meat, and worth nothing and only good for entertainment, either as a spectacle or a fuck hole for anyone who wanted her. Her primary concern was to survive, first and foremost, then to escape back to life, her ultimate. “No, no, no… don’t do that. Please stop, Ms. Hardwick.” “Ah-ha!” Marsha twirled a finger and pointed it at Amy. “You know who I am.” “Yes.” “Hmm… do I know you? Let me see.” Snatching up Amy’s I.D. tag, she read, “Amy Fellows, Marketing Assistant.” A frown creased her forehead. “Amy from Marketing? The Amy?” “Er… I guess so,” Amy replied nervously. “I’m the only Amy in the department.” “Well,” hands on hips, Marsha pursed her lips, “I do know you.” “You do?” “By reputation. Your magazine. "Hunny we need a little lube to make this feel great for you."She starts sucking his cock, getting it really wet and then moves it right in between her tits and squeezes them together. She looks up at himand says "fuck my tits baby."As he starts to pump on her tits, she again realizes that she loves this and wants to be the sluttiest mom to her boys. "Oh yeah baby, do you like mommy's big tits? Do you want to cum all over them?" Oh yes mommy, this feels so awesome!" Jacob saidShe takes his. Being in her business, perhaps she had to service women as well as men, or possibly couples. As it turned out, that wasn't the case, she had teamed up with this woman for business purposes. Sue told me they had gone from 'hooking' to offering a dating service, and it gave an air of respectability working as a pair. I noticed her clothes were more conservative and better quality then than they had been before. I put this down to her friend having had an influence on her. Her friend was a very.