‘She pushed me!’ blustered the drunk. I stood still, just being myself, a petite 5’4′ woman wearing a dress. The bartender made his decision. ...��You want me to call the cops?’ was the next question. ‘No, that’s okay. But I wouldn’t mind if the gentleman left.’ ‘Okay, you’re outta here,’ grunted the bouncer. He did his job. ‘Sorry, lady,’ said the bartender. ‘Your table’s next round is on the house. Show’s over!’ he called to the rest of the patrons. ‘As you were.’ Gradually the noise level. . Oh ... God ... Fuck, I need you bad! ... If you get over here quick, then there is another 200 dollar in it for you!" said the voice on the other side of the line. Moaning lustfully. From the things Adam could make out, it was a guy of his age and horny as fuck. And from the crackling and squeaking of the clothes, he deduced that the guy was dressed in leather. Adam even heard the snapping of a whip of some sort. The sounds and things the man said had turned Adam on.Adam moaned and jerked. I was to wait on them while they discussed their business.I saw they actually did have some drawings of a building on the table. I slipped off my dress and wearing only white bra, panties, stockings and suspenders I started to pour the tea which I then took around to each of them. Fat man was the first to start. While adding sugar to his cup he slid his hand down the back of my lacy panties, feeling my bottom, running his hand downwards until it was feeling between my legs. I acted like nothing. Fleeing to my mum’s bedroom I climbed into her bed and Mum held me as I shivered and shook, paralysed by fear. The storm finally began to drift away, and as I gradually overcame my terror I became aware of the softness of my mother's body as she held me, my face was against her breast, and my body was pressed tightly against hers, and as she stroked my hair murmuring the usual platitudes, my young cock grew hard and dug into her stomach. As my penis became completely rigid it began to throb.