Then they left early morning.Soon, the milkman of our apartment attracted towards me coz when he came I was in night dress, sometime undergarments or ...sometimes in towel, he stared me while giving milk, and sometimes I loosen my towel infront of him so he watched me naked, finally he agreed to feed me his own directly to me on daily basis, he came to my flat first and I gave him a quick blowjob and drank his semen/milk and on the day payment I allowed him to fuck.Not in shock, when he came with. Jeanne Conn turned to the young man standing behind her in line, offering his credit card. She noted immediately how handsome he was, his smile genuine and easy."Oh, no I couldn't. I'll just go home and..." Please, I couldn't bear the thoughts of such a lovely lady having to go to all that trouble."Jeanne blushed slightly, but still hesitated."Please. You can repay me when you find your wallet," he continued."Well, I..."She looked back to see several customers waiting in line, some of them. I laugh and say."Lets get the things out of the truck" . We walk over and I start to unload the back and tell you to get things in front. you move to the passenger side and open the door .The gasp is heard from you loud and clear as you look down on the floor board and see three clothes pins and your favorite toy which still glistens with your moisture.As you stand there aghast I walk up drop the things ,put My arms around you and rip all the buttons off your dress leaving it flapping in. She waved me good bye and was off to work. At ten, a new parolee, Tyrone Marlin, showed up for his first appointment. The outlook for him was bleak. Two convictions for possession with intent. For the second, he had spent four years of the six year sentence, and I wondered what the Parole Commission was thinking when they dumped him on me. To be sure, he entered my office like he owned it. He sat on the visitor chair with his meaty legs spread wide, a tall, fat tub of a man, and he looked at me.