Obediently I spread my legs conscious of the old men watching closely as my pussy opened in front of them the inside pink and wet and Ron’s cum stil... dripping out! It was enough to make me sob with the humiliation. ‘Come on slag masturbate show us how dirty slag like you gets her cunt off, get to work on that clitoris!’ Obediently I started to touch myself circling my clit with my finger conscious that my hips were beginning to move in time and my pussy was getting wetter and wetter, I could. There’s a frozen moment. Sometimes I even urge her to stop moving, and gently hush for just a bit. She has to actually strain to do it, will herself quiet, will herself still. She waits, poised for pleasure, needing it, silently begging for it. And then I give it to her, in firm full strokes. Licking firmly, gently washing her clit with the pleasure motions from my eager tongue. Lapping up and down, back and forth, I give her everything. At the same time, I slide one or two fingers in her cunt. Her facial expression changed to worry and concern. "Sorry, I need to leave now. I see you tomorrow at the exhibition?". I said my good-bye - not even a hug - saw her leave the bar in a hurry and got back to my drink. Surely, this was her boy friend. A twinge of disappointment made me down the dreggs in my glass and go home.The next day I was quite surprised to actually meet her at the museum. "I needed to be on time because I don't even have your number" said Emily. I replied: "I will never. We were still giggling when Jean came into the room a few minutes later. "Boys. I want you both to promise me you won't tell anyone about me giving you a bath." She looked very sad when she said this. "If either of you do,Tory can never come over again. It has to stay our secret because I am not supposed to give someone elses c***d a bath. Do you understand?" Bill and I said yes(even tho we didn't) and swore not to tell anyone. I asked if we could talk about it between ourselves because it was.