From what little I could see there was around 10 women and teenage girls in the shop who immediately started to laugh and giggle as soon as I entered,...“Here’s Another One For You To Play With !!” It seemed that this was a regular occurrence and one of the reasons the shop was so popular, within seconds hand were all over me, one girl still in her school uniform grabbed my cock and started wanking me off “Don’t forget you are not to Cum till you visit Mistress” this was agony I has never been so. “Savin’ your arse for your gay boy?” He mocked.“No, he hasn’t…”“Fucked you yet.” Nick finished. He grabbed my upper arm and drew my up, turning me and pressing me against the door. His hand groped my buttocks. “You want it, don’t you”He was right, I did want it. I wanted to be fucked, but I wanted lube as well.“I need to prepare.” I said. He looked at me curiously and nodded his head. He was all cock but he did know deep down that some of us like to prepare for anal.“Be quick.” He said and I. I flirted with him and he bought me a drink. Todd was still at the bar, sheepishly waiting for his turn to order drinks. As this young guy handed me my cosmopolitan, I mentioned that I was waiting for a table with my husband. At first he was a little put off, but he became intrigued as I let my breasts brush against his chest as people pushed through the crowded bar. As our bodies were pressed against each other, I whispered, “What’s your name?” He replied in a deep, sexy voice, “Hank.” His. You excuse yourself and are happy about your choice of clothes and that the table is close to the gents. It reminds you of your grandma's downstairs toilet. The dark wood, the fake flowers, the rose towels, it even smells like it. You enter the cubicle and the thought of grandma helps you to calm down. And then you begin to wonder whether I'd still be sitting out there or if you had scared me away with your stories. You leave the cubicle and there's me, leaning against the door. You watch me.