This time though, his left hand was reaching behind me, pushing my dress down to my knees and rubbing my panties all over before pulling them down. ...is right hand was reaching over, squeezing my boobs hard and ending the squeeze with a pinch of my nipple. After a while, his hand slid up my chest and neck, his thumb rested on my throat while his fingers wrapped around to the back. My panties were down around my knees and his fingers were sliding into crevices. I felt his fingers inside me. . "Yes?"I glanced at the teenage barmaid, cross-legged behind the bar, tears streaming from her sapphire eyes and nodded. "Do it," I snapped and stood up from the table. Rebecca smirked as she saw my eye-line focusing on the young black-haired girl, frantically trying to maintain her dignity. She was resisting; her trembling hands clamped onto the bar, as she leant onto it, affording me an excellent viewpoint of her tender bosom.I felt Rebecca zap me as I neared the bar; we had discussed what. Because of the husband's suspicions and my son moving back home I hadn't had sex in six weeks. At 52 and divorced I sometimes worry that 'if I don't use it, it will stop working'; hence my wanking once or twice every day. But not getting any real sex was driving me crazy. Marie wandering around the house in her skimpies until lunchtime then wearing loose t-shirts and short skirts wasn't helping either.As usual Robert had gone to work and Marie was only wearing a baggy blue sleeveless vest and. But back to Mistress Elaine, who stood looking down on me. I thought she'd come in to see how I was doing. Maybe she'd be pleased to see that I was almost half done. Maybe I'd receive praise, perhaps even a pat on the head, or maybe a swat on the butt.But I was wrong. Oh, was I ever wrong.Spreading her legs she humped her pussy forward, fingered her labia apart, and proceeded to pee on the floor, right where I had finished scrubbing only twenty minutes earlier! Her yellow flood spattered down,.