Each time he got to the store I did an effort to show off and he could see my bra and imagine my tits. I always did this in such a way I made sure ...e became too excited, having a hard on under his pants. I got no response, for this Mr. ignored me, behaving discretely, until the moment his wife went upstairs to change and go back home. I caught him watching me, shameless. I was wearing a mini skirt and he could guess my small panty underneath as well as a blouse which allowed him to. Testing to see if his makeshift gag worked he took a hard swing at one of her tits. He was satisfied with the gargled yelp. Jim looked on as his belt mark reddened and rose slightly across her tit. He was rock hard at seeing what he could do when he really swung. Before returning to her cunt he made sure to turn her tits into red ripple covered mounds. Satisfied with the fact she wouldn’t be able to wear a bra without wincing he returned to Antoinette’s snatch. None of his previous swings were. The room swung around me and I couldn’t hold the liquor. I don’t know how long it had been, but Bill came into the bathroom, only to find me hugging the toilet. He bent to help me up, telling me that it was time for us to go. He stroked my hair back and lifted me over his shoulders. He turned off all the lights and locked the bar, carrying me over to his truck. He sat me down and let my head prop up on his strong and comforting shoulder as he drove. I must have passed out after that. The next. This particular hiking trail is an hour or two from my hometown, and for some reason, even just going that far away from home makes me feel like a new person with no strings attached.I had been on this hike several times before, but this was the first time I was doing it alone. It was a beautiful day with a cloud-speckled, blue sky... maybe not too humid, but still hot. I was wearing my good hiking shoes, tight black gym shorts, one of my sports bras (can't remember which color), and a pair of.