I didn’t know what to think. My mind was racing, but my body didn’t move. As I’d twisted I’d accidently placed my pussy right over the sweet s...ot on the water jet again and I felt a very serious jolt of horniness. No way did my clit want me to change anything right now.Up until now he’d been pretending not to look my way, but my staring was clearly so obvious he just couldn’t pretend any more. His movements stopped, and he looked me right in the eye, as if to ask me a question. He knew he’d. "I'll have some ham and some mashed potatoes and I'd love to have a conversation with you, Mariah. Aren't you due a break?" I guess so." Mariah moved back as another volunteer took her spot and gently nudged her toward the tables. She made Mr. Snow's coffee just the way he liked it and got herself a can of soda, then went to join her friend.Mariah had been volunteering at this senior center for years, since her grandmother had been a very busy volunteer at this very facility. For the last few. I’m naked now but for my shoes and the groping began in earnest. I didn’t get to keep my shoes, though. As fingers began to probe my bald, very dry vagina and then even more painfully work their way into my virgin anal opening, men lifted my legs one at a time and removed my shoes.I’m not sure I can explain it. But for some reason, being barefoot made what’s happening to me somehow even more embarrassing. You might not think that being barefoot can make a person feel more naked. But it does.Now. "Hi, I'm Salesa, I am guessing you are Gregory? It is such a delight to finally meet you", she sensualy stated. Her lustful bedroom voice emanated with the scent of her body as the sensuality of every erotic nerve in my body went into overdrive. "Yes, I am Gregory, it is a pleasure to meet you", I calmly and professionaly replied. As Salesa sat down her perfumed scent embelished me more. Her sleeveless red Sun Dress exposed the smoothness of her perfect soft skin, with its ruffled length hemed.