”“Hear that boys! Even if she said ‘yes,’ we’d still be breaking the law. Sorry, white meat, we’re going to take a piece out of you. We no...mally don’t get such fine pieces of ass coming through here.”The five of them encircled her and closed in. The two coming in from behind her grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her back, causing to throw her chest out, emphasizing her tits and cleavage. “Look boys! She even dressed slutty for us.” The leader pulled out of blade and pressed it against her. I just ran out of quarters and I really need another 10 minutes drying time."My first reaction was that she was a pan handler trolling the washrooms. But when I turned around I looked down and saw a short dark haired granny-type with big breasts and a knit shawl smiling up at me. I gave her a half smile while I opened my hand holding quarters. Without breaking eye contact she helped herself to a few of them while giving me a wicked hungry smile."I'm in 202. Come on over when you're done and I. Not only did Jane absolutely smack my cock with all her fury, she also spat right in my face and kneed me in the balls. The women cheered, and that was the cue for each one of the women to spit at me. I saw Jane talking with Andrea at the bar, ocassionally looking over at me and shaking her head. Jane must've told her what I had done, and she wasn't happy. Andrea leant over and gestured to Danny the barman, an exceptionally camp black guy. He came over and they chatted, then Danny burst out. We quickly became friends, andalmost immediately, I told her about my (as I was calling it then)problem. To my shock, not only was she not surprised, but she told methat she had previously dated a guy that was the same way. I asked herto marry me on the spot. She refused. She had to get to know me a bitfirst, she said.We were thick as thieves for months after that. We went shoppingtogether and bought new outfits. I would give her runway shows at herapartment. She would compliment me on my.