I'm not sure you're good enough to be a stripper." Laura felt offended, but said nothing. "I think you'd make a good drinks girl, though. You just have to wander around, ask the customers for orders, and bring them their drinks." Waitressing? Laura could do that. More to the point, she knew that with these piss-wet clothes she wouldn't be looking for any more work today, and she had to get started earning more money to pay her blackmailer's demands. This was the only job offer she'd had all day. "I can do that," she said, hopefully. David looked down at her with an amused smile. "It's topless waitressing, Laura. You'd need to keep your tits on Big Tits display, just like this. And you'd need to start tonight. Can you do that?" Laura didn't want to. It was prostitution by degrees. It might not be as bad as stripping, but it was still selling her body to men, even if what she was selling was only the right to ogle her boobs. But... did she mature have any choices? "I'd need to be able to keep wearing my.... special bra, indian for tonight," said Laura hesitantly. "I think our customers might like that even more," said David. "Do you want the job?" "Yes," said Laura, defeated. Erica picked Laura up after the interview, responding to a summons on Laura's phone. She pulled up near to the supermarket, and Laura scurried out of the alleyway where she had been hiding, her skirt visibly wet with piss and piss-streaks running down her legs. She got into the car and felt her damp clothes squelch against the leather of the seat. Erica looked at Laura, curious. "What's wrong, baby?" she asked. "What happened?" "Nothing," said Laura. She was furious. Furious with herself for wetting herself in public, for going out with this painful chain on her milkbags, for agreeing to become a stripper. She hated herself and her life and was on the verge of tears. Erica caught an edge in Laura's voice, and they drove home in silence. The whole drive, Laura couldn't take her mind off her humiliation and degradation. She had never thought she could or would do these things - deliberately hurting her fuckhandles for the pleasure of an anonymous abuser; agreeing to bare her rapemelons for money, urinating in front of a stranger. It was awful. And as she looked across at Erica, and realized Erica had had a relaxing morning at home while Laura had been doing those things, she felt herself getting angry at Erica too. She stared at the pretty bitch in the driver's seat and got more and more furious. I’m scared too, but I’m going to help each of you, and the CDC is going to help us, and I’m hoping Elise, Lorraine, and Betty will help us.” “She can take care of herself.” I said and started laughing, as did Aaron. She still made the “Ungh, ungh, ungh,” noise though, she decided that was her normal just like Kim’s chugging.” He wasn't so shy with his hands, which moved to her waist, slender and silky under his touch, then working down, fingers pressing ever so softly against her spongy flesh as they moved onto her wide hips, then back around to cup and squeeze the curve of her impressive ass. Rummaging in the cupboard beneath her sink, she found carpet cleaner and a sponge. I grinned at her and then turned to look out the window again, unable to maintain eye contact with her and afraid someone would Big Tits see my rapturous expression. CHAPTER 15 Our response teams didn't go on high alert since we expected your arrival. She cupped his balls while indian taking his turgid member deep into her mouth. “You're going to help me save Aingeal,” I told her, putting all my confidence, my dominance into her as I stroked those fat nipples of her. Jackie was still in shock and scared out of her mind. She grabbed her coat and headed to her car. As the time neared 10 AM, Sue headed into work. A thought that feels good but at the same time your mind says you shouldn’t have. Her tits were round and plump alters to the gods of beauty. Chapter Three: Futa's First Sultry Bride “I just wanted to tell you that when you told me what you wanted from me tonight and why you wanted it when we were in your office earlier… well, that was so fucking hot I instantly got wet!” Could I really do this? My daughter's pussy was right before me. The words battered my mind. Cherry convinced her mom it was important. It looked like it would be a good day for the both of us. At least it was hidden under my dress and panties. He said mature good for you, that tells me a lot about you. “No! No pain! “Detective Tucker.” I felt bad for him never realizing his most inner desire to be a father and him being willing to risk it all with me. I’m nobody special I mean why would he be so willing to risk his marriage to his hot ass wife for me and why wouldn’t his wife give him a child he sweet caring and sexy as hell should I say.