...now don't forget......2 packs of Marlboro and then back to the car.'Fran was nervous again. It was one thing to parade about at home to satisfy the... lecherous men, but it was entirely different in public, going into a store where everyone could see her. Buck stayed close to her side as they crossed the pavement and opened the door. The blushing wife walked quickly to the counter and could see the attendant looking her body up and down with leering looks.Buck was right behind her, and others. It was the look of someone who digs you, seriously fucking turned on. Like, stupidly, impossibly, nothing-will-ever-feel-quite-the-same-again turned on. But it was more than that even. It was a look also of acceptance, of longing, of trust and of urgent desires that needed to be quenched. Some folk call it the look of love, but unless you’ve been in this exact scenario I’d invite you not to consider me a twat for suggesting that. (Oh, and there was a gentleman sucking my cock two inches from. This led Ingrid to believe that hermother was actually turned on from being debreasted. But it did notmatter whether she did or not. The important thing for Ingrid was thatit turned her on, to have the power and satisfaction of being ableto mutilate such a fine breast into a mere piece of meat. She pulledher mother's nipple as far away from her body as possible until itwas fully stretched and then looked her mother deep into the eyes whilecutting off her nipple. She enjoyed watching the pain. Miranda went into the kitchen and took the package into her bedroom. She was all alone so what difference could it be , the other girls wouldn't be back for ages. She decided do have a flick through the book. Carefully she took it out of the cover and layed it on the bed. She took her every day clothes off and changed into her long night dress, it was white and vintage style like most of her clothes. She grabbed the book and knelt by the side of her bed and opened it looking through the pages..