But the following months became hard.One day our milkman(harish) approached me and told that he would also sell breast milk to a nearby orphanage home... and told there was much demand for it. He told that he would pay 400Rs per day to the ladies who gave him breast milk. I gave it a thought and since I had to pay the school fees for Ram, I agreed to give him.Next day he came, and I gave him a bottle of my breast milk which I had milked it an hour before. But he didn’t agree to take it as there. Hair dryers buzzing, women talking and laughing. The aromas in the air were overwhelming. A mystic combination of perming solution, hair spray, and nail polish. All around, women of all ages were getting their hair colored, frosted, curled, or trimmed in obvious enjoyment of the attention. A teenage girl nearby appeared to be getting her hair done up in a French twist for a prom or some formal while next to her a woman in her forties seemed to be choosing a new hair color. Adjacent to where. ”“No fair,” I moaned with fake exasperation. “Just make me cum, you sadists.”“Oh,” Rhee said after taking her mouth off my right nipple, “did you want to be whipped by us sadists?”I closed my eyes again, mashed my head farther into the pillow, and replied, “Speaking of comediennes.”Eyes still closed, I moaned again as someone’s finger ran along my pussy lips, after which I moaned in disappointment as all manipulation of my erogenous zones suddenly ceased.“Yes, ‘sadists’ was the correct term,” I. This had, I thought to myself, moved completely out of hand. There could be some unpleasant ramifications from letting this continue. I looked up to see both of them naked from the waist up comparing breasts by sight and touch. Now, I was getting excited. I realized that they were becoming engaged in their joint sexuality and were feeding off each other's daring. I looked out to check what I'm not sure. When I looked back both of them were naked and were fondling each other.It was way too late.