This means spending most of the day with the round nosed shovel breaking up the dirt.In late afternoon I have done enough. I strip down and take my so...ap, washcloth, and towel to my bathing area. After drying off, I go back inside and gather up my dirty clothes and washboard to go to the creek for laundry. A washboard is typically a corrugated piece of galvanized metal held in a wooden framework. Mine looks like it is made of a thick piece of glass. I'm almost surprised it's not made of. I felt her react but she didn’t complain as her vagina flaps and walls stretched and soon my whole fist was inside her. On the way in I flicked the tiny nub of her clitoris with my thumb and she jolted.“Golly, its a bit since something that big was in there,” Marlene chuckled. “Is it your hand?”“Yes afraid so Mrs Beswick-Sampson. Needs must but there’s nothing to be worried about, I can’t detect any abnormalities,” I reassured her, grinning wickedly at young Raj. He returned the grin and. “If you want more, then you tell me more,” he ordered.“I can’t tell you much more.”He put his tongue close to my clit.“You can’t tell me anything else?”“I told you, I can’t.”He flicked his tongue near my clit, but never touched it.“Oh God, I can’t take it!! Please eat me. Give me your cock. I need you to fuck me!”“OK,” he said, knowing he had full control of the situation. “We’re going to make a deal. You talk to me and I lick your pussy. You stop talking and I stop licking. I want to. Doing tricks in the afternoons to earn a bit of extra cash. Oh yes, they’d be really pleased with the way you’d turned out wouldn’t they? A cock sucking, cum guzzling whore. Do you think they’d like that?” She doesn’t look too pleased with my verbal commentary. Her pace has slowed. Too bad – I’m paying top dollar and I can say what I like. “That’s it, suck it now. You dirty old tart. You busty slut. You like that name don’t you? Proud of your big knockers, eh? Fucking whore. Dirty old slag. Do.