Bleak afternoon, gotta get those new panties

Rather than go store the scrips in the room, Lisa's first destination would be the bath.
She had to do it, she had to do it now, no matter how damaged her self-esteem was she still need to clean herself or what happened wouldn't be just a stain in her life... it was currently a very risky day, and the thought of her fertile body accepting Usher's filth made her hair stand on ends.

Her dignity could be trampled, her self-esteem could be stomped, but if her womb were to bear him fruit...

She trembled, and hurried to prepare that bath she needed so much.

Why did she have to accept this stupid job and his stupid conditions?
Why did this stupid town have to be so hostile against outsiders like her?
Why did she have to come here in the first place?

Fuck the Black Lynchers, fuck Deadneck, fuck Usher!
Lisa kept cursing anything and everything as she prepared her bath, in the meantime squatting and clenching her vaginal muscles in an attempt to push out Usher's seed out her precious place... with very little success.
She allowed just the tip in but once she lost control there was nothing to stop him from coming as deep as he could and deep he came, much of it seeping into her womb or clogging around her cervix, too deep for her to simply push out!

She could see some leaking out but she could also feel that much more sloshing in her belly, making her feel queasy and bathing sure didn't help, not when she had more time to look back on what she did.
Letting a filthy old man play with her body, she lost a bet so maybe it was ok.
Sucking dicks for scrips, it wasn't ok but she thought she'd get enough points for panties.
Let a dick tip her up for water scrips and being enough of a drunk slut to slip up and be deflowered by a man she loathed. Not ok, not ok, so not fucking ok.

She had a very mixed view of Usher and while the old perv did try to act like a gentleman from time to time and while he did feel pitful some time... no, no, no, the blasted drunkard kept taking advantage of her need for a job to keep coaxing her into being his slut, and damn if she wasn't falling for it everytime.

Her head was in a mess and the **** in her system sure didn't help, not when it inhebriated her mind and helped her make stupid decisions nor when it began to fade and got replaced by a pounding headache.
And unlike booze, an hangover sure didn't help with a depressed mood.

Lisa kept cleaning her slit till no more cum oozed out of her, she knew there was more stored in her belly but no matter how she tried it just wouldn't come out and... once again she felt queasy, she was ovulating and every single drop of cum still stored in her body could lead to disastrous consequences. Maybe she should make it clear with Usher? No more creampies. But if she did, wasn't it like saying she'd be ok spreading her legs as long as he came outside?
Nope nope nope, there was no way she was gonna let him use her pussy again.

And thinking about her modesty, it was about time she got that pair of panties.
Water was high on her priority list, but now that Usher got a taste of blood... well, more like a taste of her pussy, she had to keep it out of sight. After all, as the proverb goes... out of sight, out of mind.
Thinking so she grabbed her scrips and walked towards the store.

She had to get those panties for 100 scrips, and she had to find something to do.
Hanging around doing nothing would mean having time to think, and having time to think would mean remembering just how low she had fallen in the last few hours.
Just thinking about the scrips made it worse... she didn't know what kind of panties he was gonna get her but if they were worth 100 scrips, then her sucking dicks would be worth half a pair of panties.
Even worse, she got deflowered for 50 scrips too so her pussy and first time were worth only as much as a blowjob, and not even worth a pair of panties.
Either the scrips were depreciating fast or she was just being treated as a very cheap whore and she didn't like either options...