”“Oh, and be polite. These are men and you're just a bitch that can only dream of becoming one. Sucking real mens' cocks is a privilege for you. S...ow them some respect. Give them the freedom to use you as they want. Except for one thing – you haven't yet earned it to get fucked in the ass, so that is not an option. Now get inside. I'll be watching you.”I crawled into the room and was immediately noticed by all the men in there. They shifted their attention from a big-titted blonde on the screen. I then put my mouth to the faucets and drank a bit and rubbed my face with my wet hands. I checked the mirror again but still looked like a woman that just got fucked in the men’s room. I smiled to myself and thought “fuck them, they’re just jealous”. My man grabbed my hand and spun me around into reality. “you got a phone sweety”? he asked I pulled my phone out and we exchanged numbers. The janitor squealed “hey what about me”? My man gave him a look that I have not seen before, I was his. There was some innuendo, but nothing really sexual, just two people actually communicating and being open and laughing. She was clearly having difficulties with her husband and although she loved him, the difficulties were getting in the way. She had two daughters who were growing up fast so there were many pleasures in her life but also the concerns that go with teenage girls, such as careers, boyfriends, university. She was open with her girls and discussed most things but not her marriage. She would get very sad at times and cuddle up with me on the couch and I would comfort her with a hug, a kiss on the forehead and stroking her hair until the sadness would ebb and she would almost purr like a kitten. After a few episodes like that she would relax and her hand would rest on my cock causing an immediate reaction."what's that daddy?"Oh my, what do I say now? This kid really knows how to put me on the spot. I decided that truth is the best course and explained to her."That is my.