Hippies. I was fifteen years old when Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band was put onto the turntables of America, but I was unaware of it. I was un...aware of virtually all of the changes going on in that decade of revolution. But I really did want to be a part of it. Believe me, I tried. And the effort consigned me to something very few males would have the guts to admit to. So, you may ask, why am I doing so? Ahh...that will be related later in the story. It all begins in June of 1967... I. It is a fact.Some start using before they become hookers and use prostitution as a means to acquire more drugs. Others become hookers before they start to use. But, just as the supply of money is readily available to whores so is the supply of illegal substances.The ones who weren't hooked beforehand find themselves slaves to narcotics or opiates eventually. Then the cycle repeats itself.I've know very few old whores. The life expectancy is short and the job is dangerous. It is doubly dangerous. She really started sucking me now, the spank of the whip on her cunt gettingto her. Her little tongue was all over me, and she was really putting the suctionon, trying to suck it out of me, trying to pull the come right out of my balls.It was her own excitement that was doing it to her, the excitement of beingforced to suck me like a slave while I whipped her hungry little pussy. I couldbarely take it, and I let go of her head and fell over her face, catching myselfon my hand. I started fucking. Meg had always gone inside to feed little Cathy before, so Pat was seeing Meg's nursing bra and the nipple and engorged tit for the first time.Meg had opened the padded cup and it was wet from the small stream of milk coming from her nipple.Meg said "I am glad she is waking up I was beginning to hurt from all that milk."The baby nursed for about ten minutes then dozed off, she would suckle now and then in her sleep but she was full. Meg put her on her shoulder and burped her.Meg said she had to.