I’ll be right back”, you say as you rise from the table. Girl, what are thinking?, you say to yourself as you enter the bathroom stall, slide your...panties down and sit down. This is crazy. So you’re horny, just deal with it. You don’t even know him. Him? You don’t know THEM! You reach down between your legs to find yourself already moist, wondering if they’re thinking the same things you were. You pull a pen and a slip of paper from your purse. It would be so hot. Would they even do this? What. He came over eagerly, kneeling in front of me with hands on my hips, and used his teeth to tease one bow free, holding the flimsy fabric in place with a thumb, while he turned his attention, and teeth, to the second bow. This one came free, and he let the scrap of material fall to the floor.I could feel his warm breath on my exposed pussy lips as he knelt there, then a firm pressure on my hips to turn me, and then the cheeks of my bum were being caressed and squeezed. More pressure and I. To me music is second only to sex, and not by much. I don't want to say I worship the man, that wouldn't be right. I mean, just because I think his birthday should be a national holiday and I think he should be the fourth person in the Blessed Trinity, does not mean I worship him, right? Anyway...I finally came up with a real fantasy. Yes, after all this time I did it. Humor me, alright? I know it is a bit corny, with time machines and all, but it is a fantasy. I mean after all, I am entitled,. Her husband said her name is Fatima and she will be the one to be at home most of the time since he doesn’t allow her to have a job. Throughout this whole time while we were meeting one another I couldn’t help but check out her body. Even though it was underneath a jilbab, I could tell that she had a big set of boobs and a nice ass by the way she walked. After that meet and greet I fantasized about her but I knew I was getting ahead of myself because if her husband caught me with her I knew.