It’s a real adjustment at first, working in a female saturated environment, I guess I’ve been successful because I treat them like, ‘regular peo...le’, so to speak. I refrain from patting them on the butt when they do a good job and, of course you have to be very careful about any sort of touching that might be deemed inappropriate. On the other hand, I’ve found women I’ve worked with, for the most part, to be more open and candid—more willing to share their gut instincts—than a lot of men.. I was madly kissing her boobs above her blouse her nipples were getting erect.She was still crying and pleading to me to leave her but I was enjoying her cry and pleading.I tore her blouse all the hooks broke and removed her saree which left her in petticoat and black lacy bra which hardly was able to hold her boobs I was suckling her boobs with bra on she got aroused was moaning vishnu chod muje beta(leave me son).I was getting crazy listening to her words removed my shorts. She looking at my. I was on a mission to relieve my tension.I was thrilled to find all the stalls empty when I entered. I immediately headed for the last stall for the most privacy possible. I didn’t waste any time getting started, hoping to finish before someone else came in. While leaning against the back wall, I bunched my skirt up around my waist and started aggressively rubbing my clit through my soaked panties. I bit my lower lip to keep from moaning in pleasure.Listening quickly to make sure no one else. I decided to keep quiet and see what would happen. The man lay down on the blanket. He was handsome in a rugged sort of way. He was about six feet tall, and well built as well. The lady said, “Are you ready?" He smiled and said, “Of course.” She began to do a slow seductive strip right there in front of him. He lay there on the blanket and watched. She pulled the light cotton shirt she was wearing off and then reached down and unsnapped and unzipped her shorts. She slipped out of her sneakers.