My mind wandered. Suddenly her fingers started fiddling with her button. I couldn’t move. I just sat there in a zombie-like state as her jeans opene... out and were pushed down her thighs.She wore black, lacy, see-through panties and I could see the studs. My jaw dropped as she stepped out of her jeans and then pushed her panties down. I sighed; she had no pubic hair at all.“Amy you’d better get dressed,” I croaked.She smiled and put her hands on her hips. “The labia ones are diamante and from. No harm, no foul.” “It must be tough on you, I mean, you are constantly on the go and can’t form any relationships.” “Well at my age, it isn’t that important. I’m sixty-five and will work another year or two and retire to the Bahamas.” “Wellll, I still think its not very healthy, either mentally or physically,” and with that comment she let her hand cross my lap. “Oh God, you ARE big! Oh, I’m so sorry, don’t say anything, please, I need this job.” We were in a back stall covered on three sides. The water had dried on me. I felt clean and strangely invigorated. His fingers took hold of both my erect nipples and pinched fiercely, making me gasp and flinch away. He kept hold. "You're gonna fucking love this, bitch," he said: "upstairs. Now."I walked timidly up the stairs ahead of him. Half way up he told me to stop, told me to bend over with my hands on the stairs ahead of me. I felt his hands grasp my buttocks and press them apart. His tongue flicked briefly against my anus,. She had managed to wangle herself a part time job as a receptionist and recognised him the moment he walked through the door. He was a small-time celebrity in the area. She had expected him to be brash and arrogant but he was really actually quite sweet when he introduced himself. He had no need to introduce himself but he wasn’t to know that. She flirted with him briefly and it was no surprise that he asked for her number on the way out. They exchanged numbers and Amy messaged him the.