The ladies had sexy outfits on – short skirts, stockings, high heels but no blouses or bras. The men were naked or wearing skimpy brief pants and no...t hiding much, showing quite stiff cocks inside from my viewpoint crouching up against the window not thinking for one minute they would even notice sweet innocent me there looking in being so busy playing together. Kissing fondling and I was amazed dad was there partaking of the whole thing not touring a factory at all – what should I do now?. I chose my - ahem - boyfriends carefully, and dropped those without cash AND looks. Unfortunately, the new manager who took over the shop didn't think I was a good enough mechanic, and I am a good mechanic, and hence, I found myself without a job at the end of the month. Some of my colleagues had tried to speak up for me, but the guy's mind was made up... not even a strip show could change his mind!I managed the first couple of months very well, drawing upon what little savings I had and. After I'd gotten past the shock and anger at the death of Elizabeth, I forced myself to resist getting involved with anyone. I wanted sex, but I didn't want the complications that went along with it. I had too much pride to hire a prostitute or an escort, so I preyed on the lonely, married or otherwise. If I wasn't too fussy, I could pretty much count on an evening's entertainment when the mood struck me.Sally was different. Just how different, I hadn't quite figured out. That she was Hurley's. I try to move but he doesn't let me.Daddy- owww! Oh no! I think I'm dying! My man bits hurt..Me- don't worry daddy, I will call a doctorDaddy- it has to be now baby, will you help daddy?Me- ooookay daddy. He unzips his pants and pulls his hard on out, he grabs my pigtails and pushes me on and off him, up and down. His thingy hurts my mouth, it's really wide and thick and it tastes funny, full of salt ewwwy! He opens my top and grabs my boo bies hard, I don't like it! He starts thrusting harder.