Then she started moving and touching her body parts slowly.It was really sexy to watch. Then she turned and saw me and said, “What are you looking a...?”.I said nothing. She got up and sat on bed and called me. I don’t know what was going on. I went towards her bed. She pulled me and made me seat on her lap. And asked, “Do you think I am Hot?”. Then she slowly started touching me and later she gently touched my penis.I asked, “I thought you didn’t want to do such things”. She replied, “I was. She walked towards Bob, into the light.Bob could see that they were his son's eyes looking at him, now justbeginning to become wet with tears. But it was not his son's face. Itmight have been, once. The nose and chin were his. But this was a trulybeautiful young woman. Her face was made up but not in a garish way -just the hint of eyeliner and mascara, and pink lipstick. Her hair wasfull and silky, and parted on one side with the other side pushed behindher ear.Bob struggled to say. He promptly left and washed up. I hugged the urinal while squeezing the rest of the jism out of my cock. After which, I returned to the mall. I went to the washroom and checked the shitters and there was nobody but me in the washroom. I went to the back of the middle wall and stood at the 1st urinal and whipped out my dick. I heard the outer door open and then the inner door. A guy came and stood at the 3rd urinal. He was 25ish, well groomed and wearing a suit. He was not standing very far back. I'm not just enjoying it. I'm lost in it. Abandoned to it. Unaware of anything beyond, Ylena, me, the spanking horse and Ylena's toys. The sensation is extraordinary and I know that this is why I came. I would not be anywhere else for anything."Ah ha! What a nice hot red bottom!" I feel Ylena's hand on my buttocks.I can feel the results of her work and a large floor-to-ceiling mirror lets me see what is happening to me. I see Ylena wearing the same leather skirt and bustier that she wore.