The women dragged out a cool reed bath filled with sweet water and gestured for Juniper to step into it. They didn’t insist on her removing the shif..., so she didn’t, but it was soon evident she couldn’t cleanse the sand from her skin with it still on. She peeled the now-damp material as the women swabbed her thoroughly, even dunking her hair into the water and scrubbing it. Once they were satisfied with their ablutions, they stood back, gesturing for her to move forward. They lay a fine muslin. God, I know that was stupid, I feel so stupid now…’ I kinda felt bad at this point, but I was praying she would continue and not be so guilt-stricken that the story would end here with a repentant sob-fest for the disappointment her God, daddy, and unknown future husband must all feel in her. Lucky for me, that wasn’t her style. ‘You probably think I’m a whore or something, don’t you? I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this…’ ‘No, not at all. We’re all human, Kay. I don’t think that of. Still, I followed the sign, found the 'lady’s room' (Lord knows I’m not one), and going in, sat on the toilet. Let’s face it, I didn’t drop my shorts or panties. Hell, I was in a gay bar, so closing the door was probably overkill! Seconds later, the door swung open and there stood Lee. He was probably about 6 foot & 180. A bit of a pot-belly, thinning hair. Mid to late 40’s? “Show me your cock.” It was as much a demand, as it was a plea. “Really bitch? You’re in a gay bar!” “Really bitch?. And i know that females will be there and very beautiful ones, so i have to remind myself that i cannot lust over these extravagant women.But as soon as i arrived the shit hits the fan, and this dark haired white women with soo much curves locks eyes with me as soon as my foot touches the shop floor.My penis at this time was happy but my mind was trying to control these sudden urges of wanting to rip her clothes off like a wolf from alaska haha, and destroy her and soon after i finish fucking.