" Yes mistress," Joan pleaded. "please rub my slut pussy."Joan was totally embarrassed. She was in her mid 40s sitting naked on a bar stool with her a...s over the back edge and a young girl fingering her pussy from behind. She just couldn't move. This girl had total control of her body as she wiggled her ass to allow more access in back.Melissa, I see you have another big ass slave and it didn't take you long either.Joan recognized the voice and froze. It was Lucy her secretary. She tried to. I sat there dumbfounded. He was blackmailing me and there wasn't anything I could do about it!"What I need to know from you, Pamela, is whether or not you are willing to drive that road when necessary to deliver the goods. If you can, I can promise you that you will be well rewarded and you will live a life that the other waitresses at the diner would kill for. "This is a long long way from your home back there and no one here knows you except for me. You have a chance here to start a whole new. “All you ever wanted was to be loved,” she mouthed, a sad smile on her face, and removed her hands from his.He held her face with his hands that remained in this mundane plane of existence. She closed the gap between them and wrapped her arms around his spectral body, thereby turning every part she touched into existence.“Love me, Brad. Take me,” came an almost inaudible murmur.“What?” asked Brad, not sure if he had heard right.“Sleep with me,” she repeated, Bambi eyes glistening at his,. Wed only just entered the mall, so I had plenty of time with him. I quickly made up an excuse of wanting to check out something in some store to my mom before rushing to the mens room. After looking around furtively to make sure no one was looking, I snuck in, checking under the stalls to see if it was clear. I ran into the biggest stall at the end and bolted the door. In the corner was a plastic bag for me to put my clothes into. Off came my jeans, panties, top, bra, and shoes. Already feeling.