We could hear the girls outside laughing and chatting while touching up their makeup. Soon this guy began to touch my thigh slowly slipping his hand u... under my skirt. I could feel a rush go through me as we continued to kiss. Girls coming and going as we got it on in the cubicle. Soon I reached down and started to feel around his groin, finding a hard cock bursting to be out of his trousers. He soon slipped a finger inside me, as I unzipped his trousers, pulling them down and his underpants.. I realized I was being watched. I immediately closed the drapes and sat on my bed thinking why someone was watching me. I called my husband to tell him. His reply was, "Calm down, it's probably a peeping tom.” I hadn't even thought that and felt a little naive. But I kept the drapes closed anyway.About a week later I was about to change out of my work clothes when I realized the drapes were open and went to close them when a very strange, naughty thought ran through my mind: “So what, let them. .At first, the change was subtle, and you couldn't be blamed for not noticing. A replaced police chief here, a new council member there, and maybe a new professor over there. All of it was pretty much normal, and at worst, an eyebrow or two was raised over the sexist remarks of one of them. But all in all, society in the US continued as usual. At the same time, the claws of the Founding Patriarchs began to creep into society slowly.With time, the Founding Patriarchs continued to put pressure on. In the sea of texts, a message from Black Diamond jumped out to be read. It was blunt, direct and immediately sounded like a great idea. “Go fuck yourself with a banana.”Her eyes went to the fruit she purchased just earlier that day. She looked at the bunch of firm bananas lying on the table. How did he know? She felt so horny anything inside her would be wonderful. She broke off the biggest and leaned back in her chair for the next step in her debasement. The voice of inner warning had been.