”The door man whistled us up a black cab and I instructed him to take us to the Blind Beggar in Whitechapel.On the way there, we told them about the... Kray twins and how they ruled London in the fifties and sixties and how they killed a man in the pub we were going to.“Ronnie Kray just walked into the pub one night in 1966 and shot a man called George Cornell with a luger,” I said. “But that was the beginning of the end for them as they were jailed in 1969.”“Sounds like Al Capone stuff.” Brad. “You know my girlfriend hates giving head..." he said, sliding a hand down to his crotch.My eyes immediately followed his hand and I didn’t respond."So…” he went on, “that’s what I really need help with; I can’t handle all the blue balls..." He looked at me, but I couldn’t look up from his crotch where he was rubbing his hand slowly over an increasing bulge.I didn’t move. I was sitting in the Jeep of the coolest guy I knew, and he was openly rubbing his hard on through his pants. I was. "Mostly though, I wanted to take you up on your promise." Sue continuedas though I hadn't interrupted her again."My promise? What promise was that?" I asked mystified.Sue reached into another bag and withdrew a plain white cotton bra.Unlike the swimsuit she had just used to give me my figure with its "A"cup breasts, the bra had cups that looked three times as large."Your promise to help with the nursing," Sue grinned. "Don't worry,when you're done being a wet nurse, we'll buy you some men's. Struggling under me, she inched her hands over my left nipple and squeezed, and twisted, and pinched, and yanked, and generally caused me a lot of pain. I was very sensitive there, having just given up on my nipple rings, and the abuse they were getting was not helping. Reacting unconsciously, I squirmed and jerked in pain, my hands going to the assaulting appendage. It was sticky… I wondered why for a moment, and then realized she’d been fingering herself not two minutes earlier with the same.