We had developed a ritual. Just as I liked her to tell me what knickers she was wearing, she liked to show me. Sometimes just a little flash in the ca... park. If she got there first (I was ‘at work’ after all…) she would wait until she was so randy she didn’t want her lunch any more and then just slip them off and hand them to me. If the restaurant was busy, she’d do that in the loo, but if it was quiet she’d either do it sitting at the table or - heavens above - she’d stand up and let me reach. The dark skinned Latino got out paper and a pen, not even bothering to open the textbook and pretend that he was working, wrote something down in his flowing script and pushed the paper at Thomas.Wanna have sex?Thomas had to bite down on a yelp as he read the words. He looked up at Sera and mouthed "What?" Sera prodded the paper at him again and looked at the board with mock interest. Thomas took the page and wrote back, his writing looking spiky next to Sera's curved letters.Now?Sera stifled a. . It's delicious. Thank you sir." She cherished the bitter taste of Michael's waste and swirled the small brown shard around inside her mouth. He watched her throat flex as she swallowed her first ever piece of fresh shit, after thanking him again her hand immediately went back between his legs to his dirt hole. Her finger screwed it's way back inside him, collecting food for her on the way. Michael this time started clenching while her finger was still in, she felt his inner muscles constrict. Then I put on myblack see through panties and matching bra with falsies. I looked inthe mirror. WOW! I looked hot!I slipped on my spandex black mini skirt and top. Then a short leatherjacket. I would be dressed well enough for a funeral or a fucking.Lastly, I slipped on my patent leather stilettos. I looked in themirror. I oozed the look of a slut in heat. I grabbed my purse, lubeand keys and left for the adult bookstore.I got there and it was packed. I looked around a bit, bending.