Again he avoided her sensitive areas. Moving down to her calves and then he lifted her right foot so he could gently run his fingers over it. She st...rted to squirm slightly as she couldn’t control herself with the tickling feeling in her foot. As soon as he noticed this movement the slapped the bottom of her up turned foot not once, twice, or even three times. In fact he slapped it hard five times before lowering it back to the floor and raising the other foot. This foot he softly. I tried hard not to call her out, and I let some words out, but I took that as a warning not to let it happen again.Judging by how she sucked my nipple into her mouth as well, so was wrong. I took several strands of her hair in my hands. I let her luscious blonde hair woo my fingers even more, so she pretty much just had to press a button and get me to love her."Yes, give both of those nipples some suction, woman. I'm not a mom, but I know I have some milk in these jugs, so get it out the. Then she pulled a towel from somewhere as he zipped up and joked with her, then helped her up. It wasn't until they'd left the storage room that I realized I was hard. I'd considered making a break for it, trying to find a back exit out of there, and only succeeded in seeing myself stumbling back into the main room, pants tented, being accused of lurking and watching. I panicked and willed my erection to subside. I stood, went for the door and froze; thought again, froze again. I paced in the. "Oh, fuck, Donna, eat my pussy," I heard someone moan. Oddly enough, a big smile launched from my face. Thoughts of that being Kirsten jumped to mind. Positive that I heard my name, I rambled down towards that stall. As I got to the stall, I discovered that the door wasn't shut, and was wide open. Sure enough, I saw her with her skirt up, and her hand down her pink panties. As it appeared to be busy, and her eyes were shut, my lips unlocked. I found my hand down in my green panties, with my.