I have changed in more ways than age, and was ashamed of who I hadbecome to show myself past the first six months in prison. I was 21 whenI got arrest...ed, after my company got public and I became amultimillionaire overnight. Tax evasion. I was always bad at financethings, being a computer geek. My tax attorney skimmed money off my bankaccounts and that sent me right to prison.I was at the happiest I'd ever been, successful, with a few girls in mybed here and there, great friends, and cool job.. “Now,” naked mistress May said to naked me and naked mummy, “would you please follow me to our next station? We have seen the basement and the shoe corner, now we will get to the place I like to call “shitty boutique”. You guys will find everything there you can think of concerning scat games.” Right around the next bench we found it. There was really a shield saying “shitty boutique” but the place was relatively big. “All right, let’s have a look.” May said and worked her hands trough a few. As i walked round the corner from where I had parked up i got a text "look up", so i did, and there she stood in her bedroom window, stark naked, with one foot up on something, splaying her pussy and finger fucking herself.I went to her door, and by th time I arrived at her door she was there, with nothing on, and the door wide open. "Christ Jenny...the neighbours will see"She giggled and then stuck her tongue down my throat right there on the door step, whilst at the same time attacking my. Better than great. Energized, buzzed, on top of the world.She felt wet.She knocked out both headlights and looked in Kirstie's direction, half-expecting to spot her in the distance, scampering down the shoulder of the interstate, frantically trying to flag down a state trooper.Kirstie wasn't scampering; she wasn't even standing. She was sitting in the middle of the cement walkway, tanned legs sequined with random safety glass pellets and crossed in full lotus, miniskirt hiked to her hips,.