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She picked up her journal, the one she had kept ever since she had learned about adult life. As she turned the pages she smiled as she came across the entry, 'met Mary today'. She remembered the wonderful night of the party, and then the shocking aftermath with the way her father had reacted. She had stormed out of the house, and had been well on the interracial way to drinking herself in to a stupor, when Pig had come into her life. At first, it had been exciting, but Julie soon found herself dreading their presence, let alone their touch, they got her hooked on drugs and finally in desperation, Julie had run... ...Julie stumbled through the cold streets her eyes blinded by tears as she mumbled to herself over and over, "no men ever, no men ever, they are all fucking pigs." She was tired and cold to her very core and could walk no more as finally she came to a halt and slumped in the gutter staring at her beloved Tyne Bridge. At just over 20 she wondered what was left in her life as she watched some of the month old banners, still attached to the river railings, flapping in the bitter wind, as they silently shouted 'Happy New Year.' A thought popped into her mind that perhaps she should climb to the top and fly away like a bird, or failing that end it all and least she could get some rest. Her long legs stretched out before her as she held her head in her hands, and her short and tattered denim skirt had ridden up revealing her black panties. Her shoulders heaved as she sobbed, running her hands through her brittle spiky blonde dyed hair wondering what to do next. "What's up little one?" said a voice from above her and Julie raised her tear stained face and instead of seeing some lecherous old man hoping she was a prostitute who he could have a drunken fumble with, she saw a vision before her. The woman towered over her, she was tall and elegant and probably just over 40. Her almost Amazonian figure was clad in Big Boobs what was obviously a designer label trouser suit that just enhanced her statuesque appearance. Julie knew she must look a state as she could see the mascara stains on her hands from where her make-up had run, no doubt causing her to look like a bedraggled panda. "What's it to you?" she snarled at the woman before burying her head back in her hands and beginning to sob again. The woman sat beside Julie in the gutter without seeming to worry if her expensive clothes were soiled or not and said softly, "My name is Mary and what I would say to you is that we all reach cross roads in our lives and have choices to make. Today your choice is to decide if you want to stay in that gutter and die or get up, come with me and live." As she spoke Mary stood and held out her hand, then when Julie stood she helped her to her feet, supporting her across the road to her Mercedes sports car and opening the door with one hand gently sat Julie down into the plush leather interior. Sniffing loudly Julie asked the woman, "Do you have any food?" And when Mary just looked sternly at her, she added the word, "please." Mary waved at the glove box and Julie rummaged inside finding two chocolate bars and as Julie closed the glove box, more intent on feeding her starving stomach, she couldn't help but notice the large strap on that was in there as well. Having wolfed down the chocolate the effect of food for the first time in two days combined with the blasting of the heater in the car, Julie soon drifted off to sleep with some questions still in her head. When Julie came to hours later she found herself in a large pink bedroom wrapped in a warm quilt. Unused to such luxury after four years of living as a biker's slut Julie snuggled down into the warmth and comfort. "Ah you are awake then?" said a pleasant voice from the doorway and Julie found herself once again staring into the eyes of Mary now wearing a loose jogging suit which did nothing to hide her well-developed body. "Yeah I'm awake and still fucking hungry," sneered Julie. "My, my you do have a mouth on you don't you?" said Mary and with that pulled back the covers revealing Julie's scrawny body still clothed in the rags she had on the night before. "Well first young lady we need to get you cleaned up and clothed properly, and may even wash that mouth out while I am doing it." Mary laughed as she picked Julie up with an easy movement and carried her kicking and screaming into the large tiled bathroom where she pushed Julie fully clothed into the walk in shower. Turning on the taps Mary chuckled to herself as the water cascaded down soaking Julie who was screaming death threats but Mary kept cumshot the door closed and just said one word over and over, "clothes." Eventually Julie gave in and took off her sodden clothing piece by piece, throwing them over the top of the shower cubicle to the waiting woman. Mary licked her lips as she saw the young body revealing itself to her eyes, her tender white skin unblemished with only a few marks here and there. 'This one was worth investing some time in,' Mary thought to herself wondering how she would respond to her advances. Once Julie was washed and wrapped in a large fluffy bathrobe she perched at the breakfast bar in a kitchen that was all chrome and the size of football pitch and was devouring all the food that Mary was putting in front of her like the starving woman she was. Julie had a million questions including one about the strap on Hardcore in the glove box but decided for the moment to absorb and give out controlled information. As Mary asked questions Julie gave an edited version of what had happened and in particular noted the look of pleasure when Julie described the party where she had slept with the wife of the hosts, and the Brunette look of revulsion when she described some of the things the bikers had her do and had done. Leaning down to kiss him more as they dry hump each Big Boobs other for a little while longer before he flips her back over and moves down her body. I knew that putting myself on display on the internet was wrong, and if it hadn’t have been for Tony corrupting me, and me feeling horny, there was no way that I would have even thought about Brunette it, but all those things had happened and I was thinking about it. Like a young boy with his dad's playboy, I was excited and nervous. I swallowed hard and said, “Yes, ma’am.” This made the most sense; third shift officers would be fresh and alert, much more so than those ending their shift. Now before you scream or do anything stupid how do you think you husbands’ company would feel watching you and us”? "Except for Hardcore your interracial wife and your children." He pounded me. I started to rub her pussy firmly. She moaned, opening her mouth. “There was this one guy, Vince, who claimed he turned every guy in your school cumshot gay.” The nurse leaned over. My tongue flicked out, experiencing my first taste of a man's cum. She looked glorious with the late afternoon sun flickering through the partially closed blinds as we fucked like Mr &Mrs Rabbit on my single squeaky bed.