”We walked down the aisle to the back. Besides the mirrored wall, there was a little room which had purple hanging curtains on two sides but no door....“Yes, that’s the changing room until we complete renovations,” the salesman shouted from the distance.I really didn’t want to try on anything from that store. When Richard was being stubborn, I always pushed back -- but I remembered our recent chat about being more open and trying new things. Although this was out of my comfort zone, maybe I. When the door opens on my floor, my phone goes off. It’s Sir, and he wants me to go to the restroom and insert my butt plug.When I get inside, I lock the stall door. I lift my skirt and take the lube and plug out of my purse. I squirt some lube on my fingers and reach back and tease my tight hole. I’ve never played with it before but it does feel good. I press a slick finger inside and move it in and out. Then I add another. I can feel the wetness in my pussy, his pussy, as my fingers move in. There was no water and not even towels! One of them said, yaar aise he pahan le, thodi der aur hamare virya ka maja milta rahega! I had no options. On my body fully drenched with cum, I put on the bra, panty, and all other clothes which became wet with this cum. Raju said, now I will drop you to your home- just decide what you want to tell your husband!While returning the train was empty. We got place to sit and I began reminiscing and enjoying again all that had happened. I wanted to do this. I saw all sorts. Even caught my mom being banged by an airmen I knew was under my pops control. I use to stand and play with myself a lot.It was on one of those evenings late spring in Florida i would have been 17 I guess. I remember wandering around trying to resist going up to watch the couples either in cars or some daring ones on grassy slopes.The area was an old look out point from the Japanese war. You could see for miles up there and no one looked down on you I loved it.Before you ask.