It was on the side of his desk. She picked it up and found Lottë's number which she jotted on a piece of paper. There was no point in ringing her unt...l she knew which hospital the ambulance would take Robin to. She sat on Robin's desk and took one of his hands in hers."The ambulance will soon be here," she said soothingly, "and as soon as I know where they're taking you I'll ring your fiancée and tell her."Robin tried to say something but it was quite unintelligible. Betty timidly stroked his. I was relieved, but knew my luckcouldn't hold. Then Hank came up alongside the booth and fussed withsomething I couldn't see. He swung a microphone, on a long flexible arm,out and just above my head.Hank told me, "Go ahead... Winky. Say something to the people. Get themworked up. This booth isn't going to make any money if you don't gettheir attention. Get them riled up."I looked at him blankly. He shook his head in disgust and reached outone long arm to swing the microphone back toward. Now a woman was looking intently at it for the first time, making it even more exciting. It got me so damn hot. I guess I have always gotten hot having someone look at my pussy."What a beautiful pussy," Pam said. "I can smell it from here. Slide your fingers in and out while you stroke yourself. I want to see you cum. Your juices are running out and down onto your lovely brown asshole. God, sometimes I wish I were a man and could fuck a pussy like yours." Her fingers moved faster. "Ohhh yes!. His fingertips traced a spiral around my breast from the bottom, advancing a hair's breadth toward the nipple on each pass. My nipple throbbed, aching for its turn to be touched - even though it would have to feel the touch through the fabric. When his fingers reached the areola, my body stretched to bring the nipple to his fingers - but after one brief touch, the fingers backed off and made the nipple wait its turn.When the nipple's chance finally arrived, I felt two or three more pulses of.