Kirstie felt like a prisoner, trapped in a sea of men. It was as though the press of men had conspired to pin her in position giving her groper a free...rein. She couldn't believe this was happening. Who would dare?The hand was gentle, soft, warm. It stroked in circles. Her nipples stiffened. Kirstie cursed her body for betraying her. She shouldn't be aroused by a stranger's hand. It was so weird to be standing in a bar, with a man's hand under her skirt and not even know whose it was! She. "What are you doing? You're just screwing around."He turned to see Marni approaching."Come on, Matt," she pleaded. "You only have forty-five minutes before you have to clock out." She had had enough. "Just go work the cash register for the rest of your shift."Fifteen minutes later, Matt was behind the counter straightening the supplies and waiting for the next customer when Olivia approached. She dropped two pairs of pants and one of the College Tee-Shirts on the counter and leaned against it. ” Reaching in the desk drawer I pull out binder clips. Grabbing his saggy balls & place three on each sack, two along the under side of his scrotum. Then I put one on each nipple. He welps in pain. I remove a bamboo cane discretely hidden in a floral display & bring it across the front of his thighs. And again four more times. “You little bitch, you can't even do as you're told. I'm not done with you yet.” I grab one of the plastic chop sticks left from lunch. His dick tip is oozing precum. I. I have to. I can't help myself. I'm addicted and obsessed. I can't get enough. I need it like food... like breathing."I backed up against the wall."You're a sex addict?"She was on her knees in front of me, unbuckling my belt."Miss Black, please!"I wrestled with her but her tenacity and strength were astonishing.She pulled my cock out of my slacks, gripped it firmly by the base with one hand and shoved me against the wall with the other."Not exactly a sex addict, Father,"She smiled and eyed my.