But that was not the right place, so we moved out from there and started to search for a good corner.We found one washroom which had the same entry fo... gents and ladies and gets separated from the inside. We entered it and to our luck, there was a baby feeding room inside. Without thinking, for a second we both rushed inside and just hugged.Now that smell of her body was making me mad and horny and even she was getting hot. Slowly our lips met and I was carried in the deep memories of our past. .. her very wet panties. My hand was not between her legs for very long when she reached down and pulled her panties away from her tummy, took my hand and slid it back down inside of her panties.Her pussy was hot and wet. My fingers slipped with ease over her slick lips and her opening parted with ease as my finger slipped into her. I moved my finger inside of her, rubbing her vagina and then pulling my finger back out. About the 4th or 5th time I pushed my finger into her, Nancy once more. Nowhave fun and remember to put your training to good use, yourperformance tonight may have a tremendous bearing on yourfuture."With that they turned and walked towards the door. As it wasclosing time the bar was emptying out rapidly. Many of my dancepartners commented positively on their way out with a numberstuffing business cards in my purse. Suddenly the place wascompletely empty, the lights were turned off and it was ghostlyquiet. The bartender left locking the door on his way out. But things are getting out of hand. My snuff sessions have become too frequent. The missing girls are racking up; the photos of their beautiful faces, taken at far happier times, are splashed over the front pages of every concerned newspaper; their images reminding me, taunting me even, of all the fun things I’d done to them mere days before, inciting me to relive such pleasures more and more often. The tedium of my non-torturing moments clings to me like a bad smell and it takes the fresh.