"You got fired?" You don't have to announce it to the whole world," she said."Oh hell, getting fired is nothing," I said. "If you don't get fired once... in a while, you're not worth the trouble of firing. Is your boss an asshole?" Damn right," she said."Well, then, why give his opinion any validity by listening to it? What was his problem?" Maybe we should go sit down," she said.We went over to one of the tables, a row or two back from the stage so the skinny dancer on stage wouldn't expect me to. Birds chirp.In one of those houses, we watch as a casually dressed, pretty young woman with flowing red hair, tidying up an elegant kitchen as her tween-age children finish their breakfasts and put on school blazers.She has a nice figure, tall and slim, her body in proportion. Her blue blouse is open far enough for us to see that her breasts are a good size but spaced wide on her chest, with an almost unnatural gap between them. Baggy jeans and tied with a belt in such a way as to show off her. Trying to get a better look, she fell Catching the attention of the men. When she looked up there were three male members dangling in front of her. One man said they were going to take me home and tell my pa what I was doing. Frightened, I begged them not to. I said I'll do anything. My dick started waking up as she told her story. Not wanting to get caught themselves by the guard, one man grabbed my hair and said open your mouth. She said it took practice not to close her mouth which caused. Her breast were so round and soft looking. Her long wavy auburn hair just all let loose and free. She notices that I am awake and staring intently. Not with fear but with a school boy lust. She is not scared. She looks into my eyes and says, “How are you feeling sweetie?” “Err … Fine. I think?? Where am I?” I reply. “You’re safe. Don’t worry about a thing, I’ll take good care of you till you are better.” She said softly. So I then go to ask “Well can you tell me your name?” “Yes. How rude of.