I could tell something was wrong. It looked like she had been crying and was clutching what looked like a picture in her hand. “What is it Sabrina? ...hat’s wrong? Can I help?” I asked while sitting up on the edge of the bed. She toss what she was holding in her hand at me. Without saying a word. It was a picture Becky and I at the bar last night. Becky had gotten someone to take a picture of us hugging and posted it to social media. When I looked up Sabrina was standing at the door way looking. We discovered several places on campus that were good cruising spots for anonymous male sex such as the Student Union and the Track and Field bathroom. Brock was good at reeling guys in and taking notes as we finished the job. One of the hottest places was the mens room at the student union. I was rather large with 8 sinks and mirrors on the whole wall with about the same number of urinals beside them. The 5 stalls were on the back wall behind the urinals and sinks, which gave a good view of. I walked over to her and slid my hand under her robe and cupped her sex and whispered into her ear.“Did you have fun staring at his huge cock all day?”She shuddered and moaned into my shoulder as the orgasm she must have been on the verge of all day came over her suddenly and her pussy started soaking through her panties almost immediately. She was wet. She turned to me and kissed me hard, her wet tongue probing into my mouth and chewing on my lip as wave after wave of pleasure swept over. The restaurant was full and doing a brisk business, with a line of people stretching out the door waiting for seats. I was lucky; I looked in through the front window and saw a friend who was already seated. He waved me in to take the empty seat at his small table, so I had no compunction about pressing in ahead of the rest of the line of waiting customers.I had just gotten seated when there was a great commotion at the door, and two burly men barged in and demanded seats. They were both drunk,.