The all-male riders were only paid expenses, but often collected tips for extra personal services from grateful ladies after delivery. Their other duties included ensuring that Lisa and the other girls remained pregnant throughout the year; fucking each one every week, whether they needed it or not. Births were handled by a visiting midwife and the babies put up for adoption after a week or so.
Lisa's bracelet confirmed this was her third pregnancy and she was now producing enough milk to start her own yoghurt brand. Needless to say another profitable revenue stream was the Pregnant Lesbian Sex and Milking webcam sessions for a very discerning mostly male clientele. Rachel Since falling for Mikey, I've been straight as a die, hardly noticing the hot girls of my own age in school. Years ago I'd had a fling with a girl from the swimming club, when the slap and tickle in the changing rooms got a bit out of hand.
We had kissed and finger fucked that very first time, but the passion only lasted for a month or so before we both discovered boys. But now, with the room reeking of female hormones, my panties were feeling rather damp. Suddenly Ms Jones looked so desirable, playing with her daughter Lisa, stroking anti-stretch cream onto her breasts and bump. They dobbed cream onto each others noses, laughing and joking on the sofa. I couldn't help joining in, leaning over the back, kissing the side of Ms Jones neck. Thinking of the age difference between Molly and her lover Emma, I had to ask: "how can you still be so young Ms Jones and have a daughter my age?
I dissolved into her arms - her mouth devouring mine as her mum lowered my jeans and cupped my bottom. Lizzy dragged Lisa and me off to the Play Room, shedding our few remaining clothes along the way.
All four walls of the Play Room were mirrored, floor to ceiling; the padded vinyl floor providing the perfect surface for tribbing, which Lizzy pulled me into. Oh she was good - grinding her pussy into mine, grabbing my tits, making me so wet that I barely noticed the blinking red LEDs on the numerous cameras mounted on the ceiling. There was no sound, but she was clearly enjoying her first taste of straight sex for some time.
Below the monitor was a row of Sybian masturbation machines, with single or double dildos. Some of which appear to have been replaced by Kegel electro-stimulation Vaginal Probes for toning up pussy muscles after birthing. Lisa straddled one of these, sinking her lubricated cunt onto the probe and setting the Sybian to a slow rotation speed - she looked blissfully happy.
Molly removed her black skirt, white blouse, and black tights. She kept on her sheer black bra and matching damp panties, figuring that the boys might appreciate them. Straddling the Fucking bench, Molly now had the two couriers, Dave and Pete, out of their leather trousers and cocks in her hands. Her Mum Lizzy was so controlling - she insisted on using AI to get her pregnant back then.
Then they swapped over, finally double penetrating the babe, with tears streaming down her face and cum seeping from her well-fucked pussy. Could you put them back on? The communal bedroom, for sleeping and occasional mating, was upstairs, next to the en-suite bathroom for bathing, toilet-sex and private masturbation.
Most of the resident's educational needs were met by Ms Jones and the internet. A Doctor called in every day on her way to the Health Centre to check that all their medical needs were fully addressed. The boys in the class were mesmerized by the lesbian porn compilations playing on monitors in every room.
Today this was showing Squirting , featuring Eliza Jane and Riley Reid, carefully synchronised so that they could continue watching the hot babes fingering as they walked from room to room. The tour finished with a visit to the bottling room, where the milk was tested, carefully packed in glass jars and labelled with a topless photo of the donor for full traceability. Molly would love to have stayed on longer, getting to know her two couriers after fucking their brains out, but was off on holiday to Fuerteventura tomorrow with mum Justine and needed to pack one or two bikinis and sex toys.
I swim every day. But as you advance you get to treat yourself. Multilevel-marketing companies such as Amway and Mary Kay have long sold people—primarily women—the idea of building a business by working their social connections. A decade ago, that happened through hosting parties or classes; these days, the chatty, relationship-based sales pressure favored by the companies takes place largely on social media, and the industry is attracting a greater share of young people.
The reality for most recruits is quite different. Multilevel-marketing companies are structured in such a way that a large base of distributors generally spend more than they make, while a small number on top reap most of the benefits. It is often expensive to invest in an initial stock of products, as well as to make required minimum monthly purchases—around a hundred dollars for Young Living members who want to receive a commission check. Everyone in the industry studiously avoids any comparison to pyramid schemes, which are illegal, but the structural similarities are hard to ignore.
Despite the workshops on marketing and business-building at the Young Living conference, the subject of money felt vaguely taboo. Distributors, many of whom are stay-at-home mothers, find social connections and creative outlets through their oil business. In , Michael Pratt, a professor of management at Boston College, conducted an ethnographic study of Amway distributors.
He concluded that the company offered few of the benefits that traditionally inspired loyalty. Its workforce was geographically diffuse; workers had inconsistent income, no benefits, and little job security. What held Amway together was its ability to foster strong feelings of identification, and to get its members to see the company as the embodiment of an idealized life.
Gary Young, the founder of Young Living, made his first appearance at the convention by riding into the arena on a sled pulled by a team of huskies. Last year, he flew in on a zip line. An annual highlight is the announcement of a new oil blend. Young is a tall, lean man in his late sixties with a handsome lined face and a penchant for cowboy hats.
His origin story is a key part of Young Living lore: how he grew up in Idaho in a cabin with a dirt roof and no running water; how, in his early twenties, he was working as a logger when a tree fell on him, fracturing his skull, rupturing his spinal cord, and breaking nineteen of his bones; how, once he woke up from the coma, doctors told him that he would never walk again. After two suicide attempts, he decided to drink nothing but water and lemon juice.
After two hundred and fifty-three days, he regained feeling in his toes. In , he opened a health center in Spokane, Washington, that included birthing services. One of the babies he attempted to deliver, his own daughter, died after spending an hour underwater in a whirlpool bath. The death was ruled an accident, but the county coroner said that the baby would likely have lived if she had been delivered under conventional conditions.
The following year, Young said in the presence of undercover detectives that he could detect cancer with a blood test; he was arrested for practicing medicine without a license and, according to the Spokane Spokesman-Review , pleaded guilty to a misdemeanor charge. Around the same time, Young opened a clinic in Tijuana. John Hurst, a reporter for the Los Angeles Times , submitted a blood sample, posing as a patient, and was told that it showed signs of aggressive cancer and liver dysfunction.
After meeting a French lavender distiller and grower at a Whole Life expo in California, Young became fascinated by the medicinal properties of essential oils. In the early nineties, he travelled to France to study distillation methods. He bought a hundred and sixty acres of farmland in Idaho and planted peppermint, tansy, and lavender. In , he married his third wife, Mary, a trained opera singer and a driven businesswoman. The couple renovated a run-down building in Riverton, Utah, to use as the headquarters of Young Living Essential Oils; Young mixed his Abundance oil blend into the paint he used on the walls.
In , Young opened the Young Life Research Clinic, in Springville, Utah, which administered essential oils and other alternative therapies to patients with heart disease, depression, and cancer, among other conditions. The clinic employed a pediatrician named Sherman Johnson, who had recently had his medical license reinstated.
leondumoulin.nl/language/fan/the-triumphant-life-a.php About a decade earlier, Johnson had been investigated by the state medical board after a woman had died while he was treating her for cancer. In a subsequent probe, it was determined that she had had multiple-personality disorder but not cancer; that Johnson had believed her story that she had been injected with cancer by a group of witches and gay doctors; and that she had died from an overdose of Demerol, administered by Johnson.
Johnson pleaded guilty to manslaughter. In , the Young Life clinic settled a lawsuit with a patient who claimed that infusions of Vitamin C had caused renal failure, almost killing her. Young closed the Utah clinic and opened one in Ecuador.
Young has denied this. Stirling said he was also alarmed by a video he saw of Young, whose only medical degree is a doctorate in naturopathy from an unaccredited school, performing gallbladder surgery and giving essential oils intravenously at the clinic in Ecuador. Young eventually fired Stirling, citing, among other reasons, the fact that Stirling kept Young out of the company magazine.