The third day was a repeat of the first two. This time Marge was a little more aggressive. "I'm having lunch at JPeters at noon. I would love to see y...u there." Greg said, "Maybe. I'll see." But he did show up and even paid for both lunches. She thanked him and gave him a big hug. He backed away like a frightened kitten. That's when Marge said, "Remember what the doc said about touching. It's a great way to communicate. It's not dangerous, Greg." Greg almost smiled and said, "I know." The day. With his hands holding my wrists I brought my arms to my chest letting his hands come to rest on my tits. Getting my hint, Todd cautiously squeezed my breasts. I moaned loudly, pushing back harder into Todd’s crotch. Todd squeezed harder on my tit grinding his crotch into me pushing me against the shelves.Suddenly Todd grunted, followed by “Oh shit.” Todd released me, “Sorry Mrs. Thompson. I need to go.” Todd stammered and hurried out the supply room. I knew Todd had just shot his load in his. " Some more milk while I?m up?" she asked as she deposited me on the couchand picked up my sippy cup and her empty glass."Sure..."?I forgot to go potty...? I thought to myself. ?I?ll have to rememberbefore I go to bed.?I took the refilled sippy cup from her. "Sit on my lap?" she asked."I guess," I told her and let her position me in the crook of her arm asthe movie restarted. I brought the sippy cup to my mouth and starteddrinking. "This milk tastes so good!" I said again and found myself. She was 18 at the time. She worked in a crazy large bar and was a shooter girl or shooter bitch as some call it. The bar she worked in could hold 300 plus people and was wild. It was a country style bar. Things got especially rowdy there on Friday and Saturday nights. Her job was to dress pretty slutty and of course the sluttier you dress the better the tips, right? After all she was a shooter girl. She was little, cute and sexy. She stood about five foot four and weighed 110 pounds. She was.