The moaning got louder as Iopened the mens room door and made my way inside."Amy are you in here?" I asked the stall before me, the shadows ofmovement...not ceasing. "I'm *sigh* a bit *sigh* busy!" was her responsefrom within the stall. "We need to go!" I declared, a bit peeved ather as she continued fucking this stranger in the mens room stall."She's busy babe, go away. She'll find you when she's done.," answeredsome guy's voice on the other side. "She can play with you on the wayhome, Amy. Fucking. Moon. Yeah, nothing crazy about that. But then, she had her head in black fire, was watching burning corpses squirm and whisper, and was apparently speaking to the Crone herself. Who the fuck was she to judge insanity, at this point?“I ... I need your help. Please, I ... I have to ... I have to get them. If I can’t have him back, the least I can do is make them suffer. They might run, or try to escape, or—”“How much ... are you willing to suffer ... child, to see your revenge ... a. “You’re supposed to ask before doing that.”He didn’t know how to respond. Of course, he liked the touch, but didn’t want to appear too eager, to be the old perv. “You could touch mine if you want.” She took her hand away from between her legs, and cocked a knee to the side, exposing herself. “That way we would be even.”“Uhh… okay” he said slowly, not sure just how even she intended to go. He used his two long middle fingers to scratch slowly along her puffy outer lips. She made her move. I pushedmyself up onto my toes and arched my back to compensate and that easedsome of the discomfort in my legs. One of the women brought a pair ofcow print pumps over and eased my feet into them. Standing there, inwhat amounted to one inch heels, my legs felt even better. Mistresstugged my leash and into the next room we went.What came next was what amounted to a lingerie store: bras in everysize, material, color and pattern, panties, chemises, corsets,babydolls and more, with a quite a few.