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Caressing her now smooth pubes, she checked for any remaining stubble. The Old Woman would not allow anything less than a perfectly bare vulva as she had learned long ago, the hard way, through pain. She allowed her fingers to tease her clit briefly but was careful to not let herself go too far. She couldn't afford to slip over the edge. To come. Not yet. If she did, she might not be able to go on, to do what she had to do, and she needed to do it. Stepping out of the shower she dried herself quickly, then went into her bedroom and opened the special drawer in her dresser, the one containing her stuff. It was primarily full of jockstraps. What would someone think if they looked into a young, single woman's dresser drawer and found it full of jockstraps? She had bought the first few herself, nervously picking them up in the sporting goods store well before the first time the Old Woman had found her. She had mumbled something to the clerk about ‘My nephew.’ Now the Old Woman made The Boy buy them for her, which was good, because she ended up losing a lot of them. Most of them were brand new, some still in the packaging, but she selected one of the already open ones. She slipped the cup into the pouch, wondering if men put the cup in after donning the garment or before, like she did. She supposed she could ask The Boy about that, if she ever spoke to him that is. She put the jockstrap on, snugging it up against her pussy and giving the cup a little knock with her knuckles, then reaching around with both hands and slapping her butt cheeks, then grabbing them and squeezing. She sat on her bed and put on her sneakers without bothering with socks. The shoes were cheap, because she lost quite a few of them too, although not so many as the jockstraps. Next she went to her closet and selected one of her three remaining raincoats. These she usually managed to hang on to, or sometimes was able to retrieve later. If she ran short, it was easy to pick up another couple from the second-hand store. Then, wearing nothing but wristwatch, sneakers, jockstrap, and trench-coat, she left her apartment, locking the door. She didn’t take a key with her because she had several carefully hidden around the building both inside and out. It was indian almost exactly ten o’clock at night. She lived on the third floor but eschewed the elevator, going down the back stairway instead. The stair let out near the kitchen Blowjobs entrance to the diner that she lived above. At this hour the small alleyway was deserted and she began her walk. It was early fall, and though chilly, was comfortable softcore under her long coat. She paused at the end of the alley. I gasped at her touch. Then they asked me about the video I sent Sarah, inferring that I blackmailed her. The catwalk creaked, the boards flexing slightly through the deep pile carpeting, while the footlights around the sides of the catwalk hid all but the those nearest to her from view, Sarah felt at once exposed yet anonymous as she walked to the end of the platform, she turned and on an impulse turned her back on the crowd and touched her toes, a ripple of applause rang through the room and then Sarah was back in the room. Her pussy writhed about my dick. The commander scanned the eyes huddled around her. And the girl loved it all - the way he dominated her, the way he seemed to need her like the very air he breathed. � She said “no I want to watch an ass get fucked tonight. It seemed like dozens of dildos were placed there, all kinds and all shapes and sizes. “Thanks,” Jake grinned, kissing her on the forehead. She trusts him. For a moment I thought he would relent and let me put my clothes back on but instead he said “Tina, you’re my cash cow and I’m indian going to look out for you and take care of you. “Got’cha. I also support bringing one’s spouse to partake in the social activities at night. She winced in pleasure and kept letting out primal sexual sounds, squealing and groaning as her legs shook uncontrollably. Shelly wiped the cum from her eyes before opening them and taking George’s long cock back in her mouth. He said to me, “Stow it, son, you’re practically an adult now. Lucy wanted it to happen too, but she would never openly admit that to her husband. I didn't want him to feel pressured to do something that would bring him pain. And then, she started to descend. More chatting and drinking and it was 9pm and time the kids went to bed. He said a friend of his stole a whole box of them at the drug store while he distracted the clerk. I slowly moved a hand down her stomach to her shorts Blowjobs and as there was still no objection slipped inside to feel her soft pubic hair. We ate quickly softcore so we could go and play around on Chris’s computer. Kneaded them. After replenishing the ice bucket, I poured myself a glass of Scotch. The only thing that remained was a lone book on the ground. My hands just touched it and I dropped back to the floor. He stayed that way for several minutes. “So, what are you working on?”