Rags-to-Riches Stories

Pam’s whiskey flavoured tongue began exploring inside Shelia’s mouth while her fingers explored areas of Shelia’s vagina she never new existed. “Mmm, such a juicy little cunt.” Pam purred. Shelia nodded in agreement. The intensity of sexual pleasure came to an unbearable level and Pam’s hand clamped over Shelia’s mouth to stifle her cry as she climaxed heavily in Pam’s embrace, “That’s right my little beauty; you let it all out.” soothed Pam. A minute or so later Mrs Pamela had gone and Sheli

Club Dancing was a demanding skill, that would take time and training. And training cost money; so while Janet was serving her apprenticeship, she would need to pay for her keep; by providing a well paid service on the side? Alf Matlock said the demand for BDSM service was always there and paid handsomely; and penetration of the girl wasn’t always necessary; it could be a sadistic bondage role on a client by an erotically dressed Janet; could she provide that Alfie had asked of her father?