After flushing she washed herhands as the woman from the other stall was there brushing her hair."Bloody windy out there today," the woman said."Yes, ... know, the wrong day to wear a skirt," she said."Looks nice though, I love your look," the woman said."Thank, must rush," she said, and exited the toilet feeling wonderful.As she waited at in line at the check out she looked around at the otherwomen. Dressed in a mixture of ways. The younger ones in leggings, theolder in dresses or slacks.She was. I was looking at her body structure may be 34-30-36. Her boobs and ass bada aur mast dikh rahe te.Uska hair bi wet tha aur uski nipples hard ho gaye the. Nipple ka mark top se dikh raha tha. Wo aake mere baju me baiti aur muje drink offer ki. Main uska chocolate thighs dekh raha tha.We finished the first round. Wo muje smile di aur kiss karne chalu ki. We were exchanging our saliva. Uski lips bahot juicy the aur muje laga ki wo bahot din se miss kar rahi thi. Apna hath main uska back pe guma. “Alright slut,” I stated adamantly, grabbing her hair and pulling her insatiable mouth off my spit-shone dick. “Get on your back and spread your fucking legs!”A brief look of excitement flashed across Mya’s face as she lay back on the bed, widening her legs with anticipation. It seemed like the worse I treated her, the more she loved it, constantly urging me to find newer and dirtier ways of degrading her.I moved into placed between her legs as she spread her pussy lips with expectation. . You didn’t wear heels and serve. Good. I’d worn heels three times since Matt found me. I’d fallen over twice. My shirt was in the bag, with my bleach pitted sweatpants. I’d change out of my grungy t-shirt when it was time to go to work. I assumed I was going to spill something on myself in the interim.“Hey, who’s still wearing temporary bracelets?” Matt asked. We could’ve just left but he was looking at the elevators. That redhead in the jewelry store worked upstairs. The Indian girl wasn’t at.