1. CATHLEEN. Part 3


    Date: 6/22/2017, Categories: Fetish, Lesbian Sex, Mature, Author: mib14, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    CATHLEEN. Diary of a lesbian hooker of the 1930s. PART 3 Most of the bosses, underbosses and capos in the mob in Boston were married. Many of them had a mistress or two on the side. Most of the time, the wife was aware of it and said nothing. Most of the mob wives I met were in their late 40s to early 60s. Pretty well all of them had married for the money and some actually preferred it when their husband had a mistress. They could then lead their own life, as long as they were discreet. I met some of them simply because they were lesbians or bisexuals. It’s not because you were married to a mobster that you liked men. Their husband actually preferred to know his wife was with another woman than another man. The one I knew best was Vera. She was nearly 60 and had been licking twat for decades and decades. She loved her grey hair which she had down to her shoulders and kept a nice figure by walking, cycling and horse riding. She had a dramatic and kinky side to her. At one time, she was picking up regular hookers on the street, but that got dangerous and the girls didn’t always cooperate. She built a team of three girls she used for roleplaying and also had one chauffeur she could trust to keep quiet. Everything was set up beforehand of course, but we went along with it. One such encounter happened just before Christmas. Alanis had given me the particulars which changed a little each time. I was to meet Vera in the harbour area which was quite deserted at night. I was not fond ...
    of that setup but I knew she wouldn’t let me wait long. I was dressed in typical street hooker clothes: white blouse tied in a knot over my free bouncing breasts, a very short skirt with an even smaller pair of panties, and long red leather boots. I kept in the shadow of a large warehouse not to be noticed. Then I heard the familiar sound of a large car. Vera’s limo drove towards me all lights turned off. The side door opened and a silhouette wearing a fedora and holding a cigar stepped out. “Come here sweetie”, the voice said I walked over and recognized Vera dressed as a man, complete with trousers, white shirt, suspenders, and even a stuck-on moustache. I knew better than to laugh. She blew smoke in my face, but I liked the smell of a good cigar. During all this, the driver always stayed in the car which had a solid partition between the front seat and the wide back seat. Communication between Vera and her driver was only by phone. “How much ?”, she asked “It depends what you want”, I answered “All the way”, she said, making her voice sound harsh, “Will this do ?”. She showed me a $50 bill. “That’s more than enough”, I answered as I put it into my handbag “Get in”, she said It was dark in there. The seat was black, Vera was dressed in black and on top of that in was pitch black in that part of the harbour. Vera had put her cigar in the ashtray sticking out of the partition. She kissed my neck, and then the top of my tits. I could really smell that cigar. Her hand went up ...
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