Gretta's finger increased its pace and her entire body tensed as she tried to hold off her climax a little longer. "I bet Tracey would already be scre...ming her lungs out if I did this to her," she thought, and lost her battle for self-control."Are you okay?" came a concerned voice from the next stall."Yes," Gretta half-whispered, half-moaned. She fought the urge to say more -- she'd be a fool to cheat on Stan this way, and she wasn't a lesbian anyway.Her traitor mind formed a vision of Tracey. After the first couplespurts he abruptly pulled out and began using his hand to drain the rest ofhis load all over my face. Some landed into my open mouth, but the restdribbled down my cheeks. I couldn't believe how turned on that made me. Ifelt so dirty, so used . . . and so horny. I almost wished he could keepcumming. I loved the feel of his stringy spunk splashing across my face."Oooh, yeah!" He groaned, still pumping his shaft. "You like it dirty,don't you? Look at your little clitty, so. I asked Ken if I was queer. He said no little buddy, not at all, you just like pleasing people, it made you feel good when I came yesterday, didn’t it. I said yeah I liked making you happy. Ken said, And if the ugliest girl in school came in here right now and said ‘Oh Randy I hear you really eat pussy good, would you eat mine?’ You’d jump up and say sure, wouldn’t you. I said ‘the ugliest girl?’ Ken punched me on the shoulder and said wouldn’t you? And, I said yea I guess I would.OK then,. The day come I was nervous and dressed as he told me to be in Black Stockings and my collar. He came into the room looking serious I looked at the floor. He strapped on my leather cuffs to my ankles and wrists and padlocked them on, he the got some strong fine chain and padlocked it to my ankles and wrists going up around my waist and between my naked pussy lips. He lay me on the bed, I could hardly move. He gagged me with satin scarf and hooded me. I heard footsteps as he left the room and.