They both got up and lead me towards the mens toilets at the bus station. As I walked in the smell of piss filled my nostrils, i felt so dirty it was ... turn on. One of the men closed he door and pushed a bin up against it so we would not be disturbed.One of the men started to feel at my tits , pinching my nipples. The other guy said he loved my schoolgirl outfit and had always wanted to feel a schoolgirls cunt. With that he put his hand up my skirt and felt my pussy through my knickers. He. Vague promises of a world in crisis were all that you were given before being unceremoniously flung through the space between spaces. Your employer (owner, maybe? The exact nature of your relationship is still a little nebulous) has sent you as his agent to avert this crisis, though how you are meant to do that is beyond you. A year ago you were working retail; two months ago a slightly better, still hopelessly mundane job. At your most hire-able you were a whiz at Excel, but the Force That Is. But, decided to deny myself.My pussy juiced wetted my whole hand. My hips moved up and down, undulating on my fingers. My breaths were labored and it was getting impossible to stave off my orgasm. I slowed down on my clit to just my hand there and my body jerked. My mind was saying come but wanted to stay on the mountain. Hadn’t yet achieved multiple orgasms. Wanted to.My pussy and clit still pulsed and my fingers went back to work. My legs were wide apart and my skin was flush. Moans. I wanted to get back and wank off. She looked at me again and excused herself and walked into her room. Few minutes later she came back, she sat down again in front of me and this time when I looked she was wearing the same wet blouse minus the bra inside, I could not take the torture anymore. I decided to take a chance and kept staring at her breasts, she smiled and asked me what is so interesting and point blank I told her your assets. She laughed and asked me if I like them I said I love.