On my first meeting day I felt defiant just enough to swipe one of my son's cotton briefs from the top of the hamper. It stank of my son's crotch, but...I wasn't going to arrive commando style before a group of women I'd never met.I survey seven women sitting on cheap desk chairs. They have hard plastic seats. The edge chafes my thighs past the hem of my miniskirt. The candle sits on a window sill. The library meeting room's window is perfectly shuttered."H-hello. My name is Claire McBice, and I. " He waved her round his desk as he pushed his seat back, shuffling himself forward to perch himself on the edge of the chair.Sonia stood beside him; face slightly flushed as she stared down at his dark grey clad knees. Not really? Her eyes shot nervous glances to his face as he looked up at her. Oh my God, he was! "Lift your skirt and bend over my knee."Lift her skirt! She hesitated for a moment, swallowing hard before leaning down and clasping the hem of her skirt. She raised the back of her. ..His cock somehow found my pussy down there and I felt him rubbing against my pussy lips from behind. I felt my juices begin to flow and I couldn't help it…I felt my hand like it had a mind of its own slip down between my legs.Then I slipped my hand underneath my pussy and slide aside my tiny thong, exposing my now wet cunt for that stranger.His cock head felt the panties move aside so I felt it was nestled in the folds of my outer labia. Suddenly the subway lurched and we were all jostled. "Well hello." Pretty," he said reaching out without hesitation to give one of herlong, crimson locks a tug.Though I could see a flinch in her eyes from the quick pain in herscalp, her smile never wavered as she gently untangled his chubby littlefingers from her hair. "Thank you," she said graciously, "But you know,girls don't really like their hair being pulled like that." Speak for yourself," I muttered, remembering a time when Angela hadridden me like a mare and the delicious surge of wet.