" Ira was about 55 years old, smelled of old cigars, and was rudeenough to give my bottom a good feel while I looked at the wigs. Margogave me a signa... that I should not protest the intimate touch, and Iracontinued feeling me up all the while we were in the shop. I tried topretend not to notice, but it really bothered me quite a bit!When Ira rang up the sale for the two wigs I bought, I saw why Margohad motioned to me that I should not complain. Ira had marked the bill"Shopworn", and taken 60%. I turned my gaze to her. She was wearing a silky mauve colored bathrobe. It wasn't very flattering, but likely was comfortable.I slipped out of my shoes as I quietly asked "So you just have the one child." Geeze, diving right into my dysfunctional life" she sighed. "I have two. But only one has anything to do with me."I looked a bit confused. She took my hand again and led me to the bed. I sat down on the plush mattress and she sat down next to me. She took a deep breath."I was stupid. With that you roughly run your hand across my ass and kneed my ass cheeks. Then you pull my panties down off of me. Then you run your hand up the inside of my leg and run your fingers through my folds. Your thumb is planted on my asshole and you rub your fingers up and down my slit a few times. I moan under your rough treatment on my clit and the stimulation to my ass. Then before I realize it you slap my ass with your hand 3 times. I am sure it has left a red spot but you didn't do it hard. You continue rubbing your pussies together for a few minutes, racing faster and groaning louder and louder.She stops and kisses you roughly as she pins your arms above your head. She bites your lips and licks your cheeks, then moves away from you and sits over your belly.You lie still, looking up at her as she crawls over your stomach and breasts. She pauses with her pussy wet and dripping on your chest. You fondle a breast, then the other one. "You have wonderful tits" you tell her."Thank.