Celeste stood up, all nearby eyes on her wet breasts. Her massive hard nipples glistened even in the calming dim light of the shop. She never bothered...to dry them, none of us did. The patrons loved seeing wet boobs and nips. Made our shirts wet from drips but when we got slipped extra tips walking away from the machine, so not one of us ever complained about a wet shirt. Plus, the titty-washer felt erotic as fuck, so we all got off on it, while patrons looked at our asses bent over. It was a. Daddy had never shared me with Jake before. He knew that I liked letting him see me playing around. Jake is an older Daddy guy, who loves young women like me. Sexually free and into pleasuring men. Daddy spread my legs wide and pet my pussy, so Jake had a real clear view of what we were doing. Daddy finger fucked me and squeezed and petting my clit. I looked Jake straight in the face as Daddy pet my pussy. I wanted him to know how much I enjoyed him watching me. I asked Jake if he was a good. “Yeah,” I reply.“You know I don't care where we go.”“Yeah,” I repeat.Harper pinches the radio’s knob to turn up the volume, pushing the tinny speakers to their limit, then wraps her arms around her knees. Her sundress rides up so I can see the side of her milky-white thigh. She is picture-perfect with strands of jet-black hair that float like ribbons in the rush of sixty-miles-per-hour air. She stares out to the expanse of nothingness in front of us. Her toes are wiggling; she really does not. Shewas always so close to her computer monitor that if youdidn’t approach from behind her monitor you wereapproaching from behind her.She was a very tall girl, all legs and attitude, a verystrong, assertive attitude.I like to think I have the same attitude, but she hadnever seen it, because in her presence, I feltintimidated. I wanted to tell her how I felt about her,and how I could never act out my desires on her becauseI would betray my own promise to be a loyal husband.But she looked.