She was floating on air for about fifteen minutes and then landed to a stable feeling of being okay after that. She knew right there and then that she would sell her soul to repeat that feeling of freedom from then on. Bridget promised to supply the means, at a price!!! Somehow, Tracy’s aunt found out about the parties and then the drug habit. She was outraged at all of this and just couldn’t think of how this ingrate girl could have been induced to stoop so low. So, when Tracy came home, she found her stuff in cardboard boxes in the rain on the deck and the locks on the house changed. No amount of banging on the door would get a response from inside, either. Tracy then called Bridget at work and asked what the hell she was going to do. B. said to get to her place, hang out and they would discuss it. So, T. called a cab and loaded up her stuff for the ride to Bridget’s. The driver sensing what was up here, offered her the ride free if she would blow him. She had very limited funds available, so decided, what the heck, and when he pulled over in an idled parking lot between to unmanned box trucks, she gave him the Blow Job that he yearned for, one that was showing evidence of improving, got him off and was then transported to B.s home. Of course, B.s home was locked up, so T. passed the time away sitting under cover of the japanese porch to await B.s lunchtime visit. It took two hours of time that T. thought things through. She could see the pattern of things now and the pattern to come. When things get dismal, what do you do? You endure the best you can with the assets that you have until things can be changed. One thing she knew, she was masturbation not going to marry some shithead guy and have a bunch of babies made on her, with him then dumping her for another girl and her left in permanent poverty to care for them. Already been there and done that. B. helped her to get her things inside, and they sat and talked as the teapot warmed up. While sipping the results, they came to an agreement. T. Would take up the second bedroom and split in half the rent and utilities payments. T. would have to pay for her daily injections at the going rate of $40 each, unless she slept and played with B. Then she would get them at a reduced rate of $25 a hit, what B. paid for them. T. figured that it could be much worse and so made the agreement and sealed it up by immediately going to her knees right there and sucking off B.s pussy before she returned to work. T. was off this day and so after her hit, when she came down from the euphoria, she did some online research and found out that the one a day hit can be sustained for some time, but that it would take a lot of discipline on her part. Even so, that would amount to $1200 a month, $750 if she sucked B.’s pussy and ass every day. Also that her share of the rent and utilities was going to be $500 a month, with about another $500 for food and incidentals. No room for a stockings car at this point, but the bus system in town was very good and relatively cheap, so that would have to do for the present. Since, the coffee drive-in job at this time was only 30 hours a week at mini-mum wage plus tips, that averaged at about a half of what would asian be needed to meet her current commitments. If she worked more at the coffee stand, things wouldn’t be improved much. So, what was she to do? More Google research that is what. She learned that a lot of gals supported their habits with escorting (prostitution.) And the going rate for a 15 minute blow job was about $ 50 dollars, a quickie fuck about $100 and a full on hour of fucking, about $160. Evidently, as she advanced in skill, variety of acts and looks, she could up that some. Since, she would unlikely pay any taxes on that income, she would need about the equivalent of ten full dates a month to survive this until something better came along. She then got on the cell and contacted any of the younger guys that she knew as to their availability for this kind of thing, and except for a couple of rather unhandsome ones (who were not necessarily a bad fuck though,) the rest who were used to getting pretty much anything they wanted for free pretty much laughed her off. Her next foray onto the Toys net and google supplied the information, that the most reliable and dependable paying fuckers were older guys, who were married or single without a partner. The married ones, to get some variety into their lives and the single ones, because as they aged, it became increasingly difficult to find appropriate pussy to satisfy their needs. Further forays onto the net for research led her to find out that the ways to gain customers were: the “hooker’s Strut’ in town. Every town has one. Warm, wet and delicious. That debt is owed to you, Master. I have japanese to admit I was embarrassed at first, but stockings these scenes are designed to titillate and I could feel my nipples reacting. I enjoy almost all sexy situations. The pain and pleasure shot down to my pussy. “Nngh… all the time.” Brandon confessed. After hugging him at the door, she moved him to the living room for some very confidential talk. Mason knew if he had this encounter again he would know what to do. She quickly got dressed, washed her hands and opened the bathroom door. “Volka,” he began, “I have here a Grant of Immigration and since their father can’t answer for himself, your signature will suffice.” The new Toys First Sergeant's rumbling bellow smothered masturbation the excited chatter of new bike owners. He started licking between Amy's tits but then started sucking her tits and nipples. 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