I left a five dollar bill on the bar and slipped out the door. I looked left and right. There was no sign which way she'd gone. The corner of the bloc... was nearer the left so I made a guess and went that way. Even if it was wrong, it would take less time to discover that going that way.As it turned out I was correct. She was staggering down the sidewalk about thirty feet away. She paused and leaned against a fence that surrounded some sort of construction project. I heard her sob then. I almost. We both locked our lips and started to smooch. Slowly, I took my hand and started to move around her back. I could feel her bra straps over her loose t-shirt. I moved my hand towards her round ass. She was wearing a tight track pant. I moved my hands all over her ass above the pant.I put my hand inside her pant and felt her soft tight panty. Then I moved my hand inside her panty and started to press her ass continuously. After that, I took off my t-shirt and removed hers as well. Now I could. The arrival of Miss Booty at the machine hadn’t gone unnoticed by the local brothers, who sat at nearby computers, pretending not to notice her. When she bent down to pick up her fallen card, I leapt to my feet, and decided to ‘help a sister out’. Hello, I said with a smile, trying my best to appear friendly and nonthreatening, not an easy feat for a six-foot-two, burly brother with a dark complexion. Miss Booty smiled at me, and told me she was having trouble with the machine. I noticed that. It doesn't bother these men at all that I was being forced to submit to rape. That I was being blackmailed and forced to do these things against my will seems only to add to their excitement.We sat there for another fifteen minutes after they finished eating. They sipped coffee until it was time to go open the shop. I don't know what they normally talk about at breakfast. From the conversation I gathered that they meet here every morning for breakfast or just coffee. But today the only topic of.