I tried to ask her once but the look on her face stopped me. She gives me an allowance for food and clothing. I spend it mainly on clothing. I've le...arned from the other "girls" how best to dress to get picked up. Tonight I'm wearing a tight black leather skirt, sheer black stockings, and a leather corset that I got Katie to help me lace up. The corset really restricts my breathing but it gives me such a pretty small waist. It also accentuates the cleavage I have developed since taking. She just looked at me like I had asked her to go play in the middle of the road.I asked her if she would mind if I gave her a little back rub and she gladly accepted. She turned her back to me and I let my magic fingers roam over her back, shoulders and neck, rubbing and gently caressing her. I could tell by her contented sigh that she was really relaxing. I knew the time to strike was near.I put my hands under the back of her shirt and reached up and unhooked her bra. I told her it was so I. Somehow, and against all odds, she had managed to finish High School and gain a short two-year teaching certificate while still holding down her family ‘night job’. Her certificate in hand, she petitioned her clan elders to release her from her life of prostitution and allow her to earn her living as a teacher, but still sending most of her salary home. This alternative was reluctantly accepted, but was viewed with much suspicion by the more conservative and traditional members who wished no. I stared into my husband's hopeless eyes and thrust. Ayesha groaned her rapture as her maidenhead surrendered to my girth. I tore through her virginity with ease, the membrane parting around my cock. I slid into Ayesha's pussy for the first time. Her flesh clenched around me.“Mother!” she squealed in delight. “Yes!”Tarik flinched at her passion, at her pleasure.“I'm going to make you cum so hard,” I hissed as I sank to the depths of her virgin pussy. “Then I'll breed you.”“Yes!”She pulled me.