Robert told me that he had just arrived and wanted to come up. I gave him my location and Cynthia and I finished our work.Robert came in a few minutes...later and asked, "You about done?"I got out of my chair and gave Robert the warmest hug and kiss. I then told him, "Relax, honey. We'll be finished in about five minutes." I saw that Cynthia was crying. It was obvious to me that our talk and the normal affection between Bob and me had hurt her. Holding her felt right and strange at the same. Behind a wall, a garden, an alleyway. Nothing was discreet enough. I made my way down to the seafront about to give up when I came across a public toilet.Great.I walked in, found a free cubicle and locked the door.I placed the magazine top of the closed toilet lid, pulled both my jeans and underwear down and slowly began to massage my cock.It took a little while to get my cock hard, whether it was nerves or excitement I don't know, but once it did, it felt amazing.I spat in my hand and began to. I intentionally dropped my small makeup bag, stopping, I bent at the waist to pick it up which allowed my short mini-skirt to ride up and give the guys an unobstructed view of my shaved pussy lips and ass. I heard a couple of Wows! And one guy said “look at that whores ass, wouldn’t you love to stick your dick in that fine white bitch?” Another guy said out loud “She is one mighty fine white ho, I can’t wait to get me some of that tonight” Now at the bar, I had a couple of quick shots to loosen. "It wouldn't do any good anyway," she'd told herself. "It would only start an argument, and nothing would change in the end."That Saturday was particularly hard on her. Not only was she tired from all of the extra work she had to do at the office, but she was still upset over the way David had treated her the night before.After Bonnie had finished loading the washing machine for the third time, she went upstairs to make some brownies for desert that night and had just gotten the ingredients.