He was asleep, or at least I thought he was, and as he moved a little bit, his cock was kind of hard, as I could feel it, and it felt good, and my own...cock was beginning to get aroused.I don't know how, but I felt his hand on my ass, as he moved them rubbing the cheeks of my ass, as he gently slid my shorts down and ran his fingers onto my hole rubbing it, as his finger gently entered it.I could not believe that it felt so good, and I pushed my ass against his hands, as they slowly moved. What more does she want? Oh fuck me this feels good. I wish I wasn't in this fucking bar. The waitress returns and drops the two glasses of alcohol on the table. "Just let me know if you ladies require anything else," she sings. "Thanks hun, we shall," Cara winks. The waitress turns and leaves. Cara turns right back to Stacy. Her plump, velvet breasts glow beneath her gorgeous face. "Have you ever tasted your own pussy, Stacy?" Stacy can't help but feel embarrassed by the question. She feels. Is that what you want me to say? It's true. I need to be fucked, and I'm frustrated every day that doesn't happen. I'd like nothing more than to have regular, daily sex with someone. Not like in this place, but actual sex, where I get to climax. Is that what you want to hear?" She squirmed around uncomfortably in the rubber outfit, suddenly feeling an urge to just run away to somewhere private and cry to herself. She tried to ignore the unwanted emotion.The man grinned. Jane briefly wondered. The look of cynicism on Bea's face suggested she was not buying his approach, and it was time to change strategy. "Well, fortunately, I do not easily take offence. Thick hide and all that," he said, somewhat pompously."Does this act work on other women?" she asked, again with a look of disdain."Oh yes ... quite well in fact. I have a long string of conquests to my credit. The tried and true is always the best, my dear. Always the best," he boasted."I don't believe a word of it. You would like.