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Subject: {ASSM} The Mall
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Date: Thu, 03 Sep 2015 05:10:03 -0400
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The Mall
 
    The late afternoon summer  thunderstorm timing itself perfectly.  The 
clouds I have to admit have been  there most of the day; but the thunderclap 
announcing the arrival of the rain  and then feeling like I am in a riot and 
being hosed down by the authorities or  that I stepped into my shower with 
the pressure at full blast.  I usually  don't wear my clothes into the 
shower; but I do usually wear them in the parking  lot of the Poughkeepsie 
Galleria Mall.  Unfortunately I am in the parking  lot, not the shower.  My light 
cotton shirtdress is quickly adhering to my  body like a second skin, as I 
do the dumb thing.  I stop and hesitate  whether to go back to my vehicle or 
continue to the mall.  The torrents of  rain actually easing as the squall 
now turns into a pelting of hail.  
    My hair hanging down in thick  wet strands.  My dress, well all of my 
freckles on my body.  I think  they are quite visible through the material.  
For sure my nipples are, as  they jut out darting the thin wet material.  
What was suppose to be a loose  fitting dress, is now a wet skin bodying 
hugging one.  All of my  perfections and imperfections, showing in the outline of 
the dress as it sticks  wetly to my body.  And of course, the dress and my 
low heels are my  clothing for the day.  Undies, well they are back in a 
dresser  draw.
    Sloshing through a river of  water and white pellets as I turn and 
continue to the Mall side entrance,  retracing my steps to go in the side door 
rather then the further away main  entrance.  The hail is brutal as it slap 
at my head and body with stinging  efficiency.  My head bowed, and arms 
somewhat tucked protectively over my  hard nipples and breasts, but not doing 
much for my ass and the rest of my body  as I hurry my strides.  Dropping my 
arms for balance and the pellets are  again stinging my nipples.  Not totally 
unpleasant the stings and pain and  pleasure; but this isn't the time or 
place for it, as I dodge puddles and cars,  seeming to be moving randomly in 
the lot, and others seeming to be aiming to get  the most people they can by 
splashing through the puddles fast.
    Slipping onto the J C  Penney entrance and feeling a quick chill as the 
fucking AC cools the air  around me.  Standing in the foyer and feeling the 
water drip from me, using  my body like a downspout.  Reaching down and 
pulling up my wet skirt and  wringing it out like freshly washed clothes in a 
streambed.  Not caring as  my long tanned legs are exposed, not caring who is 
looking as I press more water  from my shirt and then from my hair.  Goose 
bumps now replacing my freckles  for dimpling the material of my shirtdress.
    As I walk through the store to  the mall proper, I see other ladies and 
men having similar problems.   Finding the rest room and entering it and 
finally thankful for an air blower, as  I hog one all of my own as I stand 
close to the warm air, slowly drying my wet  dress.  Actually wishing I had 
bought a spare one in the women's section as  I passed it.
    Feeling a sniffle as I finally  get the worse of the wetness out of my 
dress, just sort of damp and wet in  spots.  Taking advantage of being in 
the restroom to relieve my anxiety  with a nice relaxing piss.  Then trying to 
use paper towels to blot my hair  and finally running a comb through the 
long strands and feeling them hang wetly  down my back.  The straight hair 
look, not one I have tried in a long long  time.
    Looking in the mirror and with a  shrug of my shoulders, walking out 
into the store and then into the mall.   One damp middle aged MILF not going 
to attract undo attention maybe.  Well,  smiling to myself, we will see about 
that.  Striding confidently to DnD and  getting a large hot regular coffee 
and then to the up escalator.  Then  finding a seat on the second floor by 
the up escalator.  Sitting down to  enjoy the passage of shoppers, as I sip 
contentedly for the moment on my hot  coffee.
    Of course, I am not here to  watch people.  Well maybe that isn't quite 
true.  I am here to observe  their reactions.  Feeling the coffee warming 
me; but still shivering in my  damp dress as I slip my hand into my purse and 
slip the small egg into my  pocket.  
    Watching the escalator as  it  slowly brings customers from the bottom 
floor to the top one.   Feeling not only the dampness causing me to shiver; 
but the thought of what they  will see as they come into sight.  First their 
head and slowly the rest of  the body appearing.  Smiling as I tentatively 
slip my legs apart and the  moist skirt up my thighs.  Exposing most likely 
nothing at the moment as I  adjust my seat a little so I am sitting directly 
at the up ramp.
    Watching over the top of the  book I am now reading as I see a head 
appear and my partially open thighs  drawing the attention of the woman and 
then seeing her head swivel away with a  look of disapproval.  Leaning back in 
my seat and relaxing now, another  head and another woman, her gaze catching 
my body language and then moving  on.  So wanting to see the reaction of 
the first male.  Then being  rewarded as man and woman appear.  The man behind 
the woman; but knowing I  have scored as she turns to see if he is looking. 
 He is.  My legs  slowly closing as she turns back to me.  What they saw or 
didn't, not as  important as that they both looked and reacted.  
    Some more women and then another  man, alone.  My hand dragging my 
skirt a little higher and my legs opening  a bit more as he is now a few steps 
from the top.  His eyes looking at me,  no not at my face; but at the space 
between my legs.  I am sure he is  seeing that I am not wearing any panties.  
He can see that my pussy is  clean shaved.  Bare as a babes butt.  Whether 
he can see the pink  walls, as my full lips are pulled open, or if he can 
see the glint of moisture,  again it doesn't matter.  I know he is looking and 
he is believing he can  see; and in this belief, he is picturing in his 
mind that he is with me.   That is what I need this day.  I need the feeling 
that I am desired.   Then the man passing out of sight past me and into the 
box store.
    Taking a deep breath, my shirt  dragging against my nipples.  Feeling 
the pleasure of the sensitive tips  rubbing on the damp material.  It would 
be so much better if the shirt was  dry, more resistance as my nipples rise 
and fall on my chest.  
    Almost breathless, as I settle  my skirt over my legs, pulling it to 
its fullest length and then opening my  legs, hiding the fat tissue of my 
swollen labia as best I can.  Then  slipping my hand into the pocket of my 
skirt, feeling the egg in my  fingers.  Turning it slowly in my hand, then 
slipping my hand through the  slit in my pocket.  Fingers touching  the the warm 
flesh of my mound  and then spreading my legs a little wider.  Slipping to 
the edge of my  chair and discreetly slipping the egg between my cunt lips.  
Feeling it  bulge the opening and slip in with a soft pressure, my fingers 
moving it a  little deeper.  Settling it comfortable in my wet hole.  The  
walls grasping the one inch round egg and it three inch length.  Eyes  closing 
as my finger slip back out of the slit and into my pocket, then pulling  
them out of my pocket, bringing them to my face.  Inhaling with a soft  moan, 
as I breathe in my special fragrance.  Opening my eyes and leaning  back 
again comfortably.  Reaching into my pocket book and pulling out the  small 
controller.  Pushing the button on the remote and feeling the soft  pulse of the 
egg inside my body.  My lips parting as I give a low groan as  the egg, 
warms up my inside with a steady hum and vibration.
    The pleasure I felt before  multiplied many fold.  Slipping my skirt up 
my thighs again and letting my  legs slip apart as I see another head 
appear over the ramp steps.  Bald,  but not an old man.  Seeing the bulk of a man 
in a leather vest and  jeans,  Tattoos covering his muscular arms and a bit 
of a belly bulging his  vest.  His eyes meeting mine and then dropping to 
look between my  legs.  My legs slipping wider and my finger triggering a 
higher level of  vibration and movement.   Moaning as he hesitates at the top 
of the  escalator, then a small smile on his face as he turns away and walks 
into the  store behind me. 
    Raising and lowering the  intensity, as I toy with each person as they 
reach the second floor.   Keeping myself keyed, just short of reaching the 
plateau.  Ramping up and  then dropping back.  I can feel the moisture 
beading on my full lips,  oozing slowly from my aroused cunt.  My musk strong as 
inhale deeply, my  eyes rolling back in my head for a moment.  My body 
trembling as I turn  down the intensity one more time.  My insides churning and 
alive with  sensation.  Not sure if I can control my need to orgasm.
    Finally pushing the button to  turn off the gyrating egg.  Finding a 
sheen of sweat on my body as I sit  shaking, my face flushed.  Taking a series 
of deep breaths and letting my  body ramp back.
    Then like the junkie that I am,  finger trembling as I activate the egg 
again.  Starting with the lowest  setting, and teasing the next man up.  
Then the biker type coming up one  more time, seeing his gaze holding on me 
for a few seconds and moving as a trio  of college looking men do a double 
take.  One stumbling as they slap at  each other.  Well they are discreet.  
Laughing softly to myself as I  watch them walk around the railing and watch me 
as I let my legs swing open and  shut timing them for men and closing for 
women.  My level up to three  steady now, hearing a dull hum in my ears as my 
legs slide open and just feeling  it as they swing close.  An occasional 
cessation just to work myself up  again.
    Turning my head as I feel  someone near me.  Seeing the biker type just 
behind me, and watching as he  smiles and lifts up one of the heavy metal 
chairs and pulls it next to me.   Looking up at him, then gathering my bag 
and book.  Starting to stand and  feeling his hand on my forearm.  "Sit down 
lady."  His fingers  emphasizing his words as I look into  his eyes.
    Letting myself sit back down in  the metal chair, his hand still 
holding my arm.  Feeling a sense of  alarm.  "I have to go, I have an 
appointment."  My words low and a  tremor in my voice as my body shakes.
    His smile, not a pretty  thing.  "You will continue as you been doing 
lady."  His eyes hooded,  the smell of sweat strong.  His I think. His 
fingers digging into my arm  and pulling it from my dress.  The remote slipping 
from my numb  fingers.  A sound of plastic striking the floor and  his hand 
reaching  and picking it up.  His smile widening as he stares at the small  
rectangular box.  Understanding registering as his large finger stabs at a  
button.
    Trying not to show my response  as the remote starts the egg roiling 
inside of my body.  Trying to keep my  legs closed, to dull the sound; but at 
the same time my clenching making the  movement more intense.  Hissing as I 
purse my lips tight.  Not moving  as he pushes the remote again and then 
again.  Each press of his finger  intensifying the movement inside of me.  My 
legs quivering as my walls are  reacting to the stimulation.  Whimpering 
softly as he jabs again.  Not  even sure what level he has it at now.  I know it 
has ten speeds, and am  actually praying this is number 10.  But finding 
out he hadn't as he jabs  one more time.  My lower lips quivering as I let a 
low moan escape.   My hands gripping the arms of my chair, as I feel myself  
shuddering.
    "Please stop.   Please."  Looking at him with tears in my eyes now.  
Knowing I am so  close and helpless.  Licking my lips as my body clamps hard, 
trying to seal  the affects of the egg inside of my body.  "Please.  No 
more, I beg  you."  Feeling drool slipping from the side of my mouth as I move 
one hand  to my lap and press hard against my mound.  Then slipping the hand 
into my  pocket, and pinching at my cunt lips.  Weakly trying to force the 
egg from  my body.  Fingers pulling at my slick flesh.  Then feeling my hand  
pulled from my dress.
    The man leaning over and kissing  my lips with his.  The smell of his 
breath fetid.  The taste as  bad.  As he reduces the speed as his tongue 
slips into my mouth.   Probing for a few seconds, then pulling away.  His mouth 
going to my  ear.  His words filling my head with sound.  "You are my 
bitch."   A simple statement.  No denial from my lips as he drops the speed  
again.  Breathing heavy as I  close my eyes and lay back in the  chair.  My body 
so fucking aroused, so fucking close.
    "Now, you will continue to tease  my sweet lady.  My old fucking bitch. 
 Tease those students over  there."  his finger punctuating his words with 
a fresh series of  vibrations.  Nodding dumbly as my legs slide open and I 
pull my skirt  higher, once again exposing my bare pubes to the public.  
    The young men looking, taking a  good look and gasping more as the 
biker instructs me to pull my skirt  higher.  Feeling a fear, that I never felt 
before when doing this.   More of my legs exposed then I have ever done.  
And more of my pussy  exposed, especially as now I spread them wider, then 
wider again.  Nothing  casual or normal about my body language.  Knowing my 
cunt is gapping as I  look over at the men and smile prettily as instructed.  
Teasing them,  showing them what a nasty slut an older woman can be.
    My body now controlled by the  vibrations or lack of them of the remote 
in the hand of the man next to  me.  Closing my legs when he shuts it off 
and opening them with each  renewal of sensation.  My cunt a mess of leaking 
grease, as I ooze more of  my skanky juice.  My scent so strong as I sit 
helplessly alongside of my  tormentor.  
    The young men finally finding  courage and walking over to where we are 
sitting.  The biker looking up at  them.  "Can I help you gentlemen?"  His 
words whispered in my ear as  they approached, told me to leave my legs 
apart and to slip my dress  higher.  Feeling a flush of heat burning my face as 
I look down, at the  feet of the men standing in front of me.  The men 
looking down as I feel my  hair being pulled from behind and my head lifted to 
look into their eyes.   Then feeling a hand slipping a button of my shirt, 
then another then another and  finally one more.  A strip of flesh exposed 
between the open sides of my  shirt.  Also exposing the edges of my breasts.  
Then feeling a hand  slip into my shirt and fondle it and pinch the hard 
nipple.  Moaning and  writhing as the strong fingers crush my nipple.  Tears 
slipping from my  eyes as I moan softly, then louder.
    Then jerking as the egg rocks  deep inside my body.  My legs clenching 
and then opening as the biker  instructs.  The loud hum of the egg, filling 
the small circle of the men  around me.  My spread legs trembling as I try 
to hold them open, in spite  of my need to clench on the egg, agitating my 
insides.  Helpless as finally  he brings me over the top.  My legs tensing and 
my cunt contracting and  spasms again and again as the young men look down 
on me, laughing as they watch  me orgasm helplessly and out of control.  My 
cunt squeezing my insides  around the egg, again and again, as the egg 
continues to stimulate my overheated  body.  My hand reaching between my legs and 
pressing hard at the  opening of my cunt, finger rubbing hard on my clit as 
I savagely scratch  away at the ultra sensitive button.  Moaning and 
whimpering helplessly as  my body has taken over and  spastically writhes in the 
seat.  The hard  contractions finishing, as he has taken pity and stopped the 
movement of the egg  inside of me.  Sitting shaking on the edge of the 
seat, hearing  conversation around me; but not registering the words in my still 
clouded  mind.
    Feeling my arm squeezed tight as  I am pulled upright, grabbing at my 
purse and finding myself being lead away as  the biker says,"15 minutes if 
you want it." His hand draped possessively on my  ass cheek squeezing and 
patting it as he leads.  The egg again working  inside of me as I walk gingerly, 
not wanting it to drop from between my  legs.  My swollen labia most like 
won't allow it to happen, but feeling it  slipping lower from my positioning.
    Gritting my teeth hard as he  revs it up once again.  Stumbling away 
from his grip and leaning on the  railing looking down on the first floor.  
Pressing my body against the  metal rails as shudder with sensation.  My cunt 
squeezing on the fucking  egg as I whimper in need of release.  The 
contractions hard as my hips rock  against the railing, mimicing fucking.  Tears 
slipping down my face, as  move like a puppet to the invisible strings of the 
remote.
    Flushed, weak and embarrassed as  he leads me into the food court and 
through it to the Restroom area.  The  corridors empty as we pass the utility 
rooms and then he has me stop at the  juncture of men and women's room.  
"Stay here."  Leaning against the  wall as I assume he is going in to urinate, 
the egg just a low sensation deep in  my body as I squeeze my legs together 
to contain it.   Feeling the  stickiness of my thighs and labia, soft wet 
sounds as I spread my legs.  
    Looking up as he returns, and  taking my arm, leading me to the men's 
room.  Balking at the door; but  feeling him pulling me forward and into the 
antiseptic smelling room.  My  eyes going to the urinals and then the 
stalls, checking to see if anyone is  here.  Feeling apprehensive to go with my 
feeling of loss of control.   Wondering why I am allowing this man to do this 
to me.  Helpless as he  leads me to a urinal and pulls down his zipper.  His 
fat cock slipping from  his fly and his hand placing mine on it.  "Now hold 
it for me and don't get  any on my shoes.  If you do you will be licking 
them clean."  
    Shaking as I hold the warm soft  meat in my hand.   My long slender 
fingers trembling as I feel the  movement in the penis and then feeling the 
shaft swell and the rush of piss from  the opening.  Looking down fascinated, 
my thighs squeezing involuntarily as  the heavy stream of warm piss, splashes 
on the porcelain and slips down to the  drain.   Reading the words American 
Standard, dumbly staring into the  bowl and watching the stream finding 
slow after hearing the loud hiss of his  piss slacken.  "Now shake it for me 
bitch."  Shaking the cock and  watching again fascinated as the last droplets 
fall from the piss hole.   Then feeling my shoulders being pressed down and 
finding myself forced to my  knees on the floor.  The man turning to me and 
forcing his semi hard cock  into my mouth.  "Clean it bitch."  Eyes looking 
up as my tongue  obediently licks at the fat head filling my mouth.  Tasting 
the last drops  of piss as he milks them from his cock.  And feeling my 
cunt squeezing, and  not from the egg, as I taste his piss.
    My body a mass of raw nerve  endings, as everything he has me do is 
making my insides twitch with  sensation.  "Stand up'"  Grabbing the side of 
the urinal and pulling  myself upright.   My chest heaving as I look up at the 
man.  "Now  give me the vibrator."  Reaching down between my legs, and 
slipping my  fingers into my slick cunt and grasping the loop and pulling the 
egg out of my  body.  A soft pop of sound as it slides out.  Handing the loop 
to the  man and watching as he licks the slimey shell.  "Turn around and 
bend  over."  Turning and leaning forward grasping the sides of the urinal, 
bent  at the waist, feeling my skirt thrown up on my back, thinking he is going 
to  fuck me. But then feeling his fingers swiping through my mushy cunt and 
then a  blunt finger poking at my rosebud.  Grunting as the tip pushes into 
my ass  and feeling it turning and wetting my opening with my own juices.  
Then  hearing him "hawk" and feeling the glob of spit on slipping down the 
top of my  ass crack and being working into my ass.  Wiggling my hips at the  
discomfort, but then feeling him pressing the egg against my opening, 
working it  into my ass with a loud grunt on my part.  The egg stretching my 
walls  apart and  feeling  him shoving it up my ass further till I can just  
feel part of the loop tickling my ring.  
    My legs trembling as I feel the  vibrations begin again, deep in my 
ass, not as pleasurable as in my pussy; but  making me aware of the sensation 
the whole time.  Thinking on it as I feel  his cock shove into me from behind 
and bury deep into my welcoming cunt.   My eyes rolling up in my head as I 
feel him lean into my body, his cock head  parting my walls and teasing the 
opening to my womb.  Then feeling it pull  back as I gasp.  then slamming 
back into my body.  His strokes hard  and fast taking my cunt, his cunt now as 
my head bobs, my arms bracing to keep  it from being pushed into the 
urinal.  My hair touching the smooth surface  and becoming moist again, as I look 
down into the urinal.  The smell of  piss and disinfectant, as I moan and 
feel his body jerk, knowing he is spewing  his seed deep in my cunt.  Then the 
next series of jerks as he spurts again  and again coating my walls and 
womb opening.  
    Hanging on to the urinal till he  finishes and pulls free, then feeling 
him turning me and forcing me again to my  knees.  Feeling the moisture of 
the floor on my knees, as he shoves his  cock in my mouth again.  This time 
feeding me the last drops of his seed as  he again milks it from his cock.  
    My looking past him and seeing  the three young men watching.  Feeling 
shame and humiliation and fear as I  watch them rubbing at their crotches.  
Being pulled to my feet again by my  hair.  The egg a dull throbbing deep in 
my bowels as I look at the men,  then drop my eyes to the floor.
    "Here's the deal dudes,  5  for  her mouth and 10 for anything you 
want."  Looking up at his  words.  Shaking my head as I try to pull away.  A 
soundless scream of  protest stuck in my throat as I watch the young men 
reaching into their pockets  and pulling out a 10 dollar bill each.  The biker 
folding the bills and  shoving them into his pants.
    "Use the handicap stall, there  is plenty of room there, and try to be 
quiet, please.  I only want to hear  her moans and groans."  One of the men 
taking my arm and leading me down  the line of stalls to the last one, 
pushing open the extra wide door.  My  lips, my mouth trying to work, trying to 
protest, but no words come  out.
    "Kneel down and suck me."   Looking at the young man, then slipping to 
my knees in the handicap stall.   Watching as he slips his hard cock out of 
his pants and shoves it to my  lips.   Tasting the precum already as the 
clear liquid oozes from his  cock tip.  My tongue gliding over the smooth 
surface and then gasping as he  forces my lips over his cock head.  Not much for 
foreplay or a good blow  job, as he slams his groin into my face a number of 
times.  Then pulls  himself free and kneels behind pushing my head down to 
the toilet seat, as he  begins to shove  his rampant cock deep into my 
pussy.  Groaning loudly  as my breasts collide with the bowl again and again, my 
walls squeezing at his  cock, but being distracted by the buzzing in my ass 
as I rock on my knees and  feel his hands gripping my hips as he lets his 
seed erupt into my cunt.   The second young man already replacing the first as 
he uses the cream as more  lube and his cock is quickly buried in my pussy, 
the third one pulling out his  cock and sitting down on the toilte seat, 
pulling my head to his groin, the hard  prick slipping into my mouth as they 
do a double in mouth and pussy.  The  impetuous youths, not really getting to 
enjoy what I have to offer them as they  slam hard into my mouth and cunt.  
My hair flying wildly and beginning to  gag on the cock in my mouth, as he 
jams it willy nilly in my cheeks and  throat.  Drool leaking from the sides 
of my mouth as I feel the one behind  me now slamming harder and then 
holding me tight, his fingers digging into my  hips.  His cream filling me with 
another fresh load of jism.  His hips  jerking again and again and again as he 
empties it all. 
    My body shaking as the bastard  turns the remote to full, the sensation 
driving me to complete distraction as  the one on the toilet seat pulls out 
of my mouth and pulls me up and turns me  around, slamming me onto his lap. 
 Everything happening so fast, I can't  even register as he pumps up into 
my leaking hole.  The seed of the other  men, leaking down and being 
suctioned out with each stroke as I bounce up and  down, riding his fuck stick with 
a toe and hell lifting movement.  His  hands finding my breasts through the 
open buttons and mauling them with squeezes  and pinches.  Moaning from pain 
rather then from pleasure as the second one  takes the opportunity to avail 
himself of my mouth, and shoves his sticky stick  between my lips.  
Suckling it and tasting myself and his cum or someone"s  on the fat knob.
    Panting as he pulls out and the  first one now has me clean is cock in 
a haphazard fashion.  And finally the  one below me blowing his load of 
semen as my walls milk at the hard stubborn  shaft.  My fingers rubbing 
furiously on my clit, trying to pull one more  release from this trio; but not able 
to satisfy myself.  Feeling the one  under me lift and drop me to the floor 
unceremoniously.  My bare ass  rubbing the scummy tiles, cunt lips raw and 
swollen as I feel the jism leaking  from my well used opening.  Looking up at 
the three of them as the zip up  and leave me.  The last one with a wet 
stain on his trousers.  His cum  and his buddies mixed.  Smiling.  That should 
look nice in  public.
    Standing up and waiting for the  biker to say something, give me 
instructions.  Pulling the door open and  finding the restroom empty.  My purse 
sitting on one of the urinals and a  note sticking out of it.  Reading it 
quickly,  "I got your phone  number, and will be calling you when I need an old 
skanky bitch.  Also I  took $100 for my servicing of you.  Your remote will 
be out by your vehicle  on top of the drivers wheel."  The hand writing a 
scribble; but at least he  spelled everything correctly.  Tucking the note 
into my bag, as the door  opens and a man walks to the bank of urinals.    
"Excuse  me."   Hurriedly walking out, not even sure what I look like as I  
hurry to the food court and side entrance.  Wanting to be out of the crowds  as 
quickly as possible.
    The damn egg, still on high,  humming merrily in my ass.  Not sure 
anyone can here it; but I sure has  hell can feel it.  "Damn,  I should have 
pulled it out in the  restroom.  Now walking with  quick steps to my pickup 
truck and  opening the doors, finding some wipes in the glove box and looking 
around before  pulling the loop out of my ass, wiping at my ass and then the 
egg, wrapping it  in a wipe and finding my remote.
    Finally sitting down in the  driver's seat.  Feeling the scum oozing 
from my messy cunt lips.  The  swelling of cunt and ass tissue annoying and 
looking down my shirt and seeing  the bruising of my breasts and one nipple.  
The fucking savages, thinking  it as I take a sip of tepid water from the 
bottle that has been steaming in the  holder.
    Trying to figure out what  happened in there, how the biker so 
completely dominated me, used my almost  orgasmic peak to force me into doing his 
will.  Wondering if in addition to  my voyeur kink, if I might be submissive 
in nature and just a total slut.   Pulling my skirt up and wiping my finger 
through my mushy lips, tasting my cunt  and who knows whose seed.  Feeling a 
tingle deep inside me as I lick some  more.  Then in a streak of nastiness, 
taking the egg and licking it clean,  tasting my cunt and my ass on it.  My 
body quivering as I wipe it clean and  put it and the remote away.  Feeling 
so totally drained of my will and weak  in my body as I drive out of the 
parking lot to my home.
    
    
        
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