After that, he never even thought about what happened next to his work. What he did affected people’s lives in a positive way. He designed new devic...s that improved medical treatments. He wrote little articles on economics that changed national policy. He wrote programs that led to a better quality of life for a lot of people.Benny wasn’t doing all that stuff for free, although he never really had to deal with the money side of things. He got paid for his inventions. He got credit for his. Watching me, watching every other girl who had used this stall. Mybreath caught in my chest - fight or flight, and I was frozen. I wantedmore than anything to get up, to leave, to be anywhere other than here,but it was like I was stuck, like an insect in amber, paralyzed like thatwheelchair guy (what was his name? Mister Bacon in Physics would know) -GREENI wasn't in the bathroom anymore. I was in class, and I needed to "go"badly, but the teacher was talking. I desperately waved my hand, trying. He worked another finger in."yes that pussy feels so nice" he wispered. "tell me how much you like it" he commanded. I could only moan. My head was still bobbing up and down I could not speak with the huge cock in my mouth. Today I still do not believe what happened that day in the theater. Anyone could have walked and seen us. What the hell was I doing? Why did I let this happen? The man grabbed my hair and pushed me back into my seat. He kneeled down infront of me and lifted my legs onto his. I was almost 30 when i met him, he was early 20s I'm guessing. He never told me. He was the security guard at a fancy hotel where I worked part time. I saw him everyday when going in and out on the days I worked there. I knew he was interested as he punched my parking ticket or validated my parking or whatever. He was always polite but I noticed him always staring at my breasts. I have to admit, I was flattered, even though my mind kept thinking, uh hey my eyes are up here. He was.