She takes her hand back down and draws me closer to her so I sit almost on the edge of the bench. I had a shirt on, flowing and feminine. I looked aro...nd, private, no-one can see, so I relax. Her hands part my thighs, she’s breathing faster too. One hand runs up my thigh toward my cunt, she gently rubs her thumb over it, panties still on. I am so eager for her to touch me, I thrust myself forward more. She pulls my skirt up higher and removes my panties. She spreads my legs again and touches. “Who’s a slutty tart gagging for it then?”“I am. Please make me come…” I played along.“I’m just a tease,” she smirked, “it’s up to you if you want to come.”I groaned, “Oh please do it me, I’m desperate for it!”“Would this help?” she inquired, trailing one hand over my swollen balls, and the other slipping under the gaping gusset and pressing against my bum hole. I flinched. This might be crossing the line.“Does it help if you’re wet?” she inquired innocently.“It might,” I replied nervously,. "Two guys on the bus double-teamed me, and I haven't gotten Mr Goldman's permission to wipe off the jizz yet." I knew what she was talking about: As women, we had no right to remove semen from anywhere on our bodies. Looking down the hallway, I see Helen from accounting, her entire face covered in dried ejaculate. "So, what have you got for me today?" I ask."Well," said Barb, "Denise got arrested last night for refusing to suck off a homeless guy, so you'll be subbing for her today."These words. It actually alarmed me how predatory I wasfeeling.The men outnumbered then women, which suited me just fine. The body thatI was forced to wear tingled with excitement as I strolled to the middleof the bar. Eyes everywhere followed my every step and I could almostfeel them. I ran my fingers through my majestic brunette mane and climbedatop a barstool. All I had to do was play the waiting game.The first person who approached was a woman - the bartender. She was askinny little blonde thing that.