When I approached it I realized they had the urinals in a separate room. Even though it looked and smelled pretty clean there was a lot of graffiti on...the walls with various personal ads, various numbers and sexual offers. On the left there were 3 urinals in between a relatively small wall. I chose the center one as both the left and the right ones were pretty close to a wall. I really had to piss so I just let it go and meanwhile I was reading those ads. They got me a semi.I wasn’t finished. Well if she wants it then she's got it I casually thought. "Melissa honey why don't you walk down to Fredrick's of Hollywood and ask to speak to Bob the manager, speak to noone else after that and only tell Bob that you are the slut of the day, he will know what that means and then pick out your favorite French maids outfit and return to this bench and sit silently."I had already instructed Bob the manager earlier that I would be sending a lady down to pick out something and that she was not to. I hooked her thong with my thumbs and pulled it off of her legs. Her pussy was sopping wet. I brought my hands back to the inside of her thighs and massaged up near her box. I did that several times and then brought my fingers to her slit. I moved her lips apart and then ran a finger across her clit. She moaned and bucked her hips. I helped her lift her ass even higher.With her ass raised up, I spread her knees apart. This meant her feet couldn't reach my throbbing cock, but it opened up her. I looked at the screen only long enough to noticethat it was my best friend Lars Wilton calling."Hey," I said simple, propping the phone up between my cheek and shoulder.I took a moment to wipe the sweat from my palms before picking thecontroller up and turning most of my attention back to the game. It wasthe newest installment in the Modern Warfare game and I was playing onlineat the moment."You still coming over tonight?" he asked. Lars and I had been planning asleep over for about a week.