I asked the woman to attend the prison. Candidates must have small, soft, delicate hands with polished manicure nails in red. Good pay. Room and tray included. Benefits.
Tammy needed a summer job. The announcement in the newspaper seemed that it might be in his alley. She wonders why they stressed their hands. A little strange, she thought. Tammy is a 16-year-old high school. She is an attractive, short 5'7", 110lbs, black hair, and innocent. Her mother and sister did most of the work, cleaning and dishes. Tammy’s hands match the requirements except for one thing. She didn’t wear a varnish.
Tammy was still a virgin. She’s old, she wants to save herself for the man she’s marrying. She knew, however, that the boys all wanted to enter her panties, but so far she managed to hold them. Taking this job at the guy’s ranch would keep her busy for the summer, the more she could make a little money, and stay out of trouble with the boys. Her mother thought it was a good idea, even if she hated the fact that she was gone for the summer.
Tammy got up early the next morning and applied a little dark red to his nails, then let them dry. Then she packed some casual clothes (a pair of jeans, tee shirts, brass, panties, and bobbie sox). Her young and thin body was one of the boiling women as she put on a fresh white bra and white breeches. The jeans squeezed Tammy’s ass and the shirt tense with the pressure of her boiling breasts. She said goodbye to her mother and took the bus for half an hour at the guy’s ranch. The ranch was a large, well-kept, a unique level building, but it was not like your ranch-type station. She went into the room that said “OFFICE”. A great gray woman who seemed to be in her 1950s welcomed her. “Hi, I’m Victoria.” Victoria watched Tammy up and down and was happy with what she saw. Tammy showed up and after a few little conversations, Victoria started interviewing Tammy.
“Tammy, as you probably noticed, it’s not your regular ranch. We’re dealing with 14 men with disabilities. They have a severe form of arthritis in their hands and feet. They are mostly limited to their wheelchairs and your work will be to spend a little time with each of them on a daily basis and perform some personal services for each. You must be their hands and feet. Your hours will be from 9am to 5pm. You’ll have an hour for lunch. We have a private gym for you to work and keep your body fit. It’s for your use after hours. The rest of your time is for your own personal use. You will be paid $500 a week, plus advice, room and pension. You think you might be interested, Tammy?”
Tammy thought about herself, $500 a week. It’s a lot more money than expected. It should be easy to work by taking care of these men.’ Tammy finally said, “Oh yes, I would be very interested in the position.” Victoria continued: “Now Tammy, can I look at your hands? »
Tammy extended her hands to Victoria. Victoria inspected her hands very carefully and was taken with the softness and warmth they felt. This young bitch has never worked hard days in her life. Her nails were short and cut to the fingertips. The red nail polish contrasted beautifully with the white skin of its fingers. Victoria thought. “She doesn’t scratch men in her charge.” She looked at Tammy’s body again. In the way the jeans are articulated around his full ass, how the young buds stand out to attention in the fine white shirt. “mmmmmmmm Tammy would be very stimulating for these men,” Victoria thought.
“Yes, they’re beautiful Tammy,” said Victoria, “You can start right away.” Victoria drove Tammy into her room. The room was beautiful with a flowered wallpaper and a queen-size bed with blossom beds on the top. The room had a private bathroom. Tammy was impressed.
“You can have an hour to refresh yourself, then report to Room #1 and spend half an hour with Mr. Jamison, then go to Room #2 and help Mr. Foster for half an hour. After your work, you can take an hour for lunch. We prepare meals in the premises and you will eat with us if you wish. After lunch, I will give you the schedule of your visits with the rest of the men. Questions?” says Victoria. Tammy was still wondering, “What is this thing on my hands,” but decided not to continue the question. “No” replied Tammy. “So Victoria concluded, “I think you’ll enjoy your stay with us.” Victoria then apologized and left the room.
Tammy went to the bathroom, washed with its scented soap, applied a very light makeup coating on her face, and combed and sprayed her hair. An hour had passed and she was ready to see Mr. Jamison in room number one.
Tammy hit the door of Exhibit #1. She heard the words “enter” by the door. She opened the door and came in. Mr. Jamison was sitting in his chair. “Hello, dear. “Yes, sir, I just started today,” Tammy said. Jamison’s hands were stiff and could not be folded. He was about 50 years old. He said, “You look so beautiful, my dear. I’m glad you’re here because I have to pee. Give me back to the bathroom.” Tammy climbed behind the wheel chair and pushed him to the bathroom in front of the toilet. “Decompress my fly and remove it, my dear.” Tammy’s got the shock. He wants me to take off his pants.
“Hurry, my dear. I have to go now.” Tammy leaned and decompressed the man’s fly and took Jamison’s dick out of his pants. It was soft and about 3 inches long. Tammy thought she heard a moaning escape her lips. The urine flow makes a load noise because it hits the toilet that Jamison weighs. “Please,” Jamison asked. Tammy’s soft and delicate hands slowly shake Jamison’s dick, liberating the final drops from his urine. Her hands are so soft and hot on her dick. Jamison moaned. Tammy noticed it was bigger than she started to put it inside her fly. “Don’t put it back yet,” murmured Jamison, “pull it, jack it.” I asked Tammy. “Yes, dear, make a coward fist with your hand and pull it back.” Tammy did it as a teacher and threw it slowly. She heard groaning noises and saw Jamison’s eyes closed. Tammy looked at her tail as she enlarged it and filled her hand. She heard Jamison whispering, “bad lady, your hand is hot… ohh yes…” Pre-cum started out of Jamison’s dick tip. He started to shake uncontrollably in his wheel chair. He said erotic things to Tammy like he was lost in Tammy’s gentle grip. “Oh, shit… good lady… my queen… Jamison grabbed Tammy’s other hand and kissed him humbly. “My queen,” he says again. So it happened. A great moaning broke out of the mouth of the Legions. The dick also burst. Semen stews were shot. Tammy kept it. She realized that when she holds a man’s dick in her hands, she has the power and control of that man. She loved it. The humidity of her panties told her she liked it. The soft, hot and white hands continued to squeeze the dick until Jamison balls were drained. It was dry. “Give me, my dear.” Tammy had tissues and slowly cleaned Jamison’s dick and balls. (Later in future sessions, she would use a pair of used cotton panties to wipe her that would please men even more). “You better than the other girl. It’s your hands… they’re so tender and precious. I know your time with me is almost over. Before leaving, go to the dresser and take the money.” Tammy went to the dresser and saw a $100 bill. She took it. “Thank you, Mr. Jamison.” Jamison took his hands and kissed them. He said softly, “so precious…” Tammy left room #1 with a hundred dollars and went to room #2.
Willie Foster was a dark black man. His hands were intertwined in an automobile accident. He saw the tight jeans and how they hung Tammy’s ass and smiled. The young white girls always did it… always for him. “You’re gonna take care of me, Miss Lady?” “Yes,” Tammy said. He looked down. Tammy was following his eyes to the big bulge in his pants. Tammy got on his knees and slowly decompressed the front of his jeans. Her girlfriends always told her about the size of a black dick. It took a few seconds to get his dick out. It was dark and hard (about 9” long and 1” in diameter). It was a nice picture: A young white teenager on his knees, holding a dark black 9” dick in his soft white hands. He gasped to breathe like Jamison did when he felt his hands holding him. Tammy stole it slowly. Willie moored the way soft hands did their work. “Ohh Missy…” “Yes?”, Tammy replied, stopping his hand movements. “Your hands… Don’t stop, Willie begged. Tammy continued to do Willie. She needed to use both hands to hold him.
Willie’s hips started a movement up and down while he fucked Tammy’s hands. He’s sweating. Tammy’s hair was in front of Willies while she took it. Willie could only help inhale the sweet smell of her hair and her body. Her hands are better than the pussy, thought Willie. “Rub my balls, please, Missy?”, gambled Willie. Tammy took his left hand and hit under his dick and hit the balls tight, dark, hairy. She rubs them slowly. Willie went to the spasms and hung on Tammy’s shoulders. Tammy asked me, “Do I do Mr. Foster well?” “OH YES…YES.”, shouted Willie “Oh Miss Lady… It’s me. And it happened. Willie shot a big load. Some landed on Tammy’s shirt. Tammy continued to lay it and manipulate it with his hands until it was spent. Willie calmed down slowly after it was over. He said, “Your hands… your hands… your hands… I never felt hands like yours… oh, Missy.” Willie then kneeled in front of her and kissed her hands. Tammy has become bold. “My advice, Mr. Foster?” “Missy, my wallet is on the table. Take the money there.” Tammy threw three $20 bills. “Thank you, Mr. Foster, my time has expired.” Tammy left room #2.
After lunch at 1:00, Tammy went to the office and met Victoria. Victoria gave her the schedule, which consisted of half an hour of visits to rooms 3 thru 14. Then his first day would be over.
It starts again at 9am the next morning from Room #1 (Mr Jamison again) #6. Then have lunch between 12:00 and 1:00. Then the service rooms #7 - 14 from 1pm to 5pm.
After meeting Victoria, Tammy started working in room number 3 thru 14. His first day was finished at 7:00. She now knew why her hands were considered so important in the performance of her duties. She offered hands. Hands that would please men. Hands that would pay for men and pay for good. Tammy made more than a thousand dollars at the ends of the 14 men who on the first day helping them when they had to pee, turn them away, and play with their balls.
After that first day, Tammy went to the beauty salon and had her hair washed and cared. She bought expensive oils and perfumes to put in her bubble baths. She knew that these aromas excite men. She also bought expensive panties and small Catholic school-style skirts. She also bought short-sleeved white blouses she wore for them. When Tammy snatched the men, she would make sure that when she fell asleep, the white blouse would be suspended by exposing her cut white bra. That her skirt would ride and show her tight white panties wrapping her virginal pussy. Their loads would drop rapidly and furiously.
Tammy is a business woman. A professional. Men keep her. She’s a guarded woman. Her tuition fees are now paid. His clothes, hair and toiletries; things that keep a woman looking and smelling like a lady are paid by the ranch and men at the ranch. And above all,
Tammy’s still a virgin. Always save him for the lucky man who will be her husband, before she brings him for the first time.
500 dollars a week from the ranch. At least $500 a day in advice from 14 men. Mon - Fr $2,500 - $3,000 per week x 52 weeks - $150,000 per year.
Tammy knows she has one thing to thank for all her good fortune,
Her hands. That’s not the case. And saw him in his world.