Along the way as I said before it was a trek, I noticed some toilets, one of them was a disabled. I slowed down as I approached them and walked slowly... she did the same. As we stopped outside the toilets she said “What are we doing here”, I opened the door of the disabled toilet, reaching inside I switched on the light, the room was massive.Milly looked at me, as I grabbed hold of her hand I pulled her inside shutting the door behind me. Pushing her against the wall I grabbed hold of her. I sort of like being tied up on occasions though and didn’t make any protests. ‘Hope you’re comfy there cutie.’ Ivey was such a comedian. She and Jo Beth staggered out of the room. I heard Ivey’s comment. ‘Fucking slut is some kinda lay, I tell you what. I need to rest for a while.’ I actually managed to doze off in the position I was in. It wasn’t terribly uncomfortable and I didn’t feel like showing any of my unusual features unless I needed to. I was roused from my nap by sharp voices. ‘Shut. I slipped my left hand into my pussy as well, and started working my clit and cunt, rubbing and flicking them. It didn't take long before I could feel my climax coming, and as my orgasm came my back arched and my body convulsed in pleasure. I smiled and pulled my hands out, licking them both clean. My black running shorts would conceal the stain of my pleasure until I got home. I crawled back out of the tunnel and headed home. As I came in view of my house, I realized I had locked myself out.. There I was, being invited to satisfy some guy's strange ass kink. Bless his soul, he just saw a young girl and wanted to have a good time. My hang-ups and shyness made me delete the message, always wondering about it in the back of my mind. What would have happened if I gave in, put on my little Lane Bryant thong, did my stretches, and found myself at his door and on his back? Would I still be the same person? Would I be deeper into kink, and not just a curious bystander who dips a toe or two.