She stepped close to it and listened, hearing nothing. Feeling suddenly adventurous, maybe from the strong drinks, she stepped forward and quietly pus...ed the door open far enough to see inside. It was like stepping through a looking glass. She was standing at the back of another converted toilet stall. A duplicate of the one she was in, no toilet, and she was standing at the back. The front and side walls were made of plywood which stretched from the floor to the ceiling, so she could not see. My head is purple and shiny with precum, still aching for release. "I can't, in all fairness, let you leave without finishing that off can I? After all you did a good job hanging those lights, a great job cleaning up my back door and an amazing job with my box! Why don't you come over here and show me how good you handle your tool..." As I bring my cock to within inches of your steaming box, you stop me, "You can rub yourself on my pussy, but don't put it in, my husband doesn't like eating. She pushed him down so he was beneath her on the floor. She held his stiff, aching pole in her hands and directed it at her wet centre, unable to wait a single moment longer. She sank thoughtfully onto his meat and sighed like an angel as he filled her. Barely allowing him time to register the strange mixture of cold and hot, Josie rose up on her knees and sank back down, again. Once fully impaled, this time she ground her hips into him, feeling his substantial penis moving within her, grinding. He told Kate he had never done it in a women’s bathroom before and Kate confessed she hadn’t either, but that she wanted him so badly it didn’t matter where. He suggested Kate become his sex slave. Kate wondered how long it would take him to propose this. She said okay. He told Kate, okay wasn’t the correct response and if she didn’t do everything his way, he would have to punish her. The correct response would be Yes Master. Kate said Yes Master. Over the next few days of talking, He explained.