Normally, in the early 1950's, when an unmarried girl got pregnant she was shipped off to go live with distant relatives, and then came back later and... pretended she'd never been pregnant at all. Some girls went to New London, to The House of The Good Shepherd, a home the nuns ran for unwed mothers where they stayed until they had the baby and then it got adopted out and the girl moved back home. This was long before birth control and easy abortions. Theresa didn't do this though, she stayed. The hand is removed after the fruitless attempt, and I feel a tongue lapping at my clit and lips. My pussy is spread wide, and the tongue licks hungrily.Deeming me wet enough, the hand is roughly forced into me, and the men laugh as I yelp in surprise at the painful invasion. I am slapped in the face with a cock, and someone spits on my asshole, and then my ass is fingered as well.Someone asks where the bathroom is, and another man agrees, but Master tells them to just piss in my ass.The hand. Greyson. It could be a part, aposition or a deal of some kind, I don't have any idea. Let's just saythat as his driver I can only count on one hand how many people have evervisited here for business. My advice? Might be worth looking into." You sure?" Tim asked as he choked a dry swallow."Lets' just say that at this level, chances like this don't come long veryoften," the driver finished. He grasped Tim's gloved hand and helped himout of the car like a woman. Tim wobbled slightly on the. I told her that I play pool on Tuesday at the bar if she wanted to come by I would buy her a drink. Ashley met me at the bar were my pool league was. She walked in, hair and makeup done. Her lips were full and covered with bright red lipstick. Her smokey eye shadow made her eyes pop even more than usual. The sweater she was wearing was oversized and hung down on her one shoulder, exposing her black lacy bra strap and milky white skin. A tight pair of jeans with holes spread out on her thighs,.