Itt had been a total of seven years since our little girl had been born, but I remember that night like it was last night. She’d been born in this v...ry house. As Xander opened the box and pulled out the rattle, the teddy bear, and the other toys we’d happily bought in anticipation of her arrival, I picked up a picture of our little bundle. In the photo, Xander held her. Even now, I was amazed at how much she looked like his side of the family, with her red hair and light eyes. ‘She should be. I didn't have a clue where we were, and it didn't matter anyway. I moved between the front bumper and the cement wall, painted yellow and dulled lifeless with years of dust and oily grime. The place smelled like a muffler and looked like a tomb, but it was too lifeless for that. I undid my jeans and pulled my panties down, squatting so I could pee between my widespread feet, spreading my labes a bit with my fingers. It was a relief and I wiped my pussy with my fingers and then my palm, drying. So, in what seemed like a lull in my punishment, as we got on line at Wendy's burger joint, Mary Jo whispered a new challenge for me, "See that guy waiting for his order - with his hand on the edge of the counter? Press up against his fingers with your crotch while you pretend not to notice it. Do it NOW!"Turning telltale red at the thought, I edged up, hesitated for a second, then made the move, leaning right against his fingers.In what seemed like an automatic response, his finger seemed to. His face was a mask of emotions, but shock and embarrassment were tantamount. The ladies all had the same expression, though I was shocked to see it on Ilane’s face. They all showed surprise, envy and lust on their faces. I felt a glimmer of hope, that Ilane may advocate for me, or at the least take her lust out on Ruben. Hopefully, that would mean he would be on the receiving end and I would possibly be spared his wrath, for a little while anyway. The ladies then began to giggle and Ilane.