She eyed the scone she’d bought. It held its place, daring her to take a bite. Is it really food? she wondered. Or is it merely Styrofoam with flavo...? Not much flavor, if she remembered from the last time she’d eaten here. The drinks were decent, but the food was erratic. Deciding to postpone the battle with the breakfast food, she turned back to her screen. She was busy with schedules and costs when the door banged open and an argument rolled in. She tried to ignore it, but the participants. “What have you done to my breasts?” I asked incredulously “They’re all flattened, and you can’t even see the nipples”Tony added “And what is that cuntal piece doing going between the legs. It’s completely covered her pussy. How is that a sex-suit?”“Wait until you see the rear view” demanded Mary-two flipping the page over. It was clear that all the straps started from a large steel ring centred on the butt-hole, stretching outwards up the back, over the hips and down between the legs to join at. I cleaned him off until soft and then he put his manhood away. As I got up I looked for ‘Steve’ and he was still by his car rubbing his cock. As I was looking the guy I had just given a BJ to slipped a $20 into my top! I walked over to ‘Steve’ and noticed his very large bulge in his pants. I walked right over and put my hand on it. ‘Happy to see me, Mister,’ I said. ‘How much did you get for the BJ,’ he said with a grin. ‘$20 is the going rate,’ I replied. ‘Hmm…I’m looking for a little more. There were also quiet places, where a person could sit and read, away from the hubbub downstairs.They went back down, where small groups of students sat in booths behind the bowling alley, which was at full capacity. Beer was available, but customers were carded. The administration had come down on the “let them do it in public and maybe they’ll moderate things,” side of the argument. It seemed to be working. It was noisy, but nobody seemed to be staggering around, drunk. They got in line at.