A resounding slap against her soft pink bottom caused her to yell with the shock. "Stop struggling wench" a low husky voice whispered in her ear. Her ...kin blushed a deep shade of red as she felt her nether regions exposed to the view of all in the tavern. Fleshy fingers worked up between the v of her thighs. A booted foot kicked at her ankle forcing her to spread wider, allowing access for the searching digits.A hand slid around her waist, gripping the flesh, her skirt now in tatters as hands. Short was not the word for this dress maybe seriously fuck me short would a better descriptive phrase explaining the dress. The dress barely covered anything below my butt cheeks or above my nipples. I have worn blouses unbuttoned to the waist with skirts this short but usually only to a club never out in the real world public, there would be all ages and all types of people at this party. I slipped if off then began to work with my unruly hair. While working on my hair, I realized I had to. I was too busy making money,’ I replied. ‘You need to get your priorities right,’ said Bill. ‘Come on. We should be helping get the tents up.’ I was glad to be busy for a while. Putting the tents up wasn’t difficult with so many hands but my eyes were rarely on the tents. There were so many friendly females around who seemed to want to touch me just to be sure I was really there. My massive prick stood out like a flagpole and I was frequently blushing as female eyes were drawn to it. The. “Yes, yes it is. But I shouldn’t let a young girl like you see me like that, it’s not right.” I tried to explain.“But you’ve seen me . . . it isn’t fair.” Tania said.“No Tania, life isn’t always fair.” I said as I flushed the toilet. I opened the door, finding out I hadn’t locked it – when you live alone you don’t think about such things – Tania could have opened the door at any time! I went to the sink and quickly washed my hands before I opened the door.Tania was leaning on the doorpost.