“Haha, I can’t believe you actually made me cum!” Yes said. I just looked at her blankly before she moves off to get something.She comes back wi...h a dildo with a sucker on the end. I look inquisitively at the device. “Now here’s what’s going to happen baby,” she explained, “I’m going to stick this to the side of the sofa at your ass height so that when you’re on top, impaling me, you’ll be impaling yourself at the same time on the way out... isn’t that lovely?” The blood drained from my face as. Now give me the damn pickle and get your slutty little ass out of the store. I grabbed at her hand, which was still forcing the pickle against her pussy. I thought I could get the damn pickle away from her, throw it in the bucket and make a hasty retreat to the back room of the store. My hand missed hers as she pulled it away and my knuckles rammed into her puffy pussy. I could feel the heat of it and the smoothed shaven skin was soft as silk against the back of my hand. Before I could recover. "More, please? May I please drink some more of your piss, Daddy?"No sooner than I said that, Daddy reached 'round behind himself and produced the challis that I'd brought along as a just in case photo prop sort of thing. He filled the ruby red challis with his hot piss and held it before me. Kneeling up and grasping the glass with both hands, I drank his piss, never taking my eyes off my Daddy's face. It was very hot to lock eyes and tip the glass up to my lips, literally DRINKING a full. This is on of the main reasons I decided on this location to stop, get dressed up and possibly have a bit of fun.I waited for a few minutes and sure enough I heard a guy enter the rest rooms, he checked which cubicles were occupied and chose to go into the larger one which I had used to get changed in. One thing I forgot to mention is that the walls of the cubicles all have very large holes in them about waist height.The guy who entered the cubicle next door locked his door and sat down. I had.