I desperately wanted to see Dev again butthe whole thing seemed unseemly. Up until this point he pretty much ignoredmy obvious arousal and was totally...businesslike. Now he calls me with a"confidential" offer for private massage? What did it all mean?It seemed kind of seedy and more than a little bit gay.Despite the incredible pleasure I enjoyed from Dev working on my ass, I waspretty sure I wasn't gay. I had no interest in guys at all - I just enjoyedmy ass being played with.I admired Dev as a. So I quietly walking up behind her, and grabbed her ass with my left hand and I put my right hand over her mouth. She tried to scream, but all that came out was a muffled sound. “I’m going to fuck you like you deserve to be fucked Mrs. Gray!” I said as I pulled up her skirt and felt her silky ass through her pantyhose. I took my right hand off of her mouth. “What the fuck took you so long. I was hoping you’d come out of my husbands closet and fuck me. I thought me dildoing myself was invitation. " Wow, in the mall with people looking, listening and walking by. I simply said, "follow me bitch!"Well, as we walked to the car I ordered her to unbutton her blouse, a few guys and girls got a pick of nice 38D tits in a black bra with her blouse open. In the car I told her, bra off and panties from your purse onto the dash. She complied, I then told her to suck on my cock as we drove; got a lot of looks at stop lights. Damn, she could suck as cock and for being forced or blackmailed into. Waiting for some tiny piece of evidence that he was tired, or weakened at least a little bit. She had planned all day that tonight she would take him. She would make him hard and force him to want her so desperately he couldn’t possibly contain himself and he would steal her body as effectively as he might pilfer a secret diary when someone isn’t looking. Quietly and calmly she waited, her nerves growing continually tighter as she watched. For hours he painted, the muscles in his arms strong.