. "There's more, Becky, isn't there? Won't you tell me the rest?"That was when she broke down and cried. I gave up with the first-aid. There wasn't a ...ot I could do about the bruising, anyway. I stood close and wrapped an arm round her shoulder and she turned and pressed her face against my midriff.At length she finished crying and pulled back a little. "I've always been an independent. Didn't see why I should give up money to a pimp. But this guy's moving in, threatening the girls. I've got to. This day i had a very nice pink thong on when i decided to go for a run (something i try and do every day ... sometimes), on my way back i decided to drop into a public toilet and use the facility's.As soon as i walked in there i saw the guy, standing at a urinal clearly jacking off, he was about 6ft, not built but not scrawny, his right arm softly rocking back and forth. as i walked past him to get to one of the other urinals i felt my cock get harder the nice soft feel of my silk pink. She whispered in my ears, “I know you always had an eye on me. Fulfill your dream.” I started to smooching and kissing her. We had a really good kiss for 15 minutes.I started to play with her boobs and started to pinch them really hard. She was moaning in pleasure. I started to suck them one by one. I was making circles near her nipples. This made her nipples rock hard. I slowly moved down by kissing every part of her body.I reached her pussy. She was smelling really good down there. I started. Steam rising from the tub blurred her vision and fogged the reflective surfaces of the mirrored paneling along the bathroom wall. From her perch on the tiled edge of the bathtub she could see through the steamed window, into the small yard behind her home. It was just as well that the condensation blocked her vision; her normally pristine landscaped yard had been allowed to fall into disrepair this summer. Her roses, her perfect prize roses, hadn't been pinched back once since they started.