”It took me a sec­ond to re­al­ize what she was doing. “No wait,” I said.But she was al­ready lean­ing clos­er and her hand was al­ready ...e­tween my legs. “Come on,” she said. “We all know why guys like you come in here.”I want­ed to tell her no but she al­ready had her hand in my lap.“Oooh,” she purred. “What do we have in here?”I groaned. I knew I should tell her no, but I just couldn’t.I could feel her slid­ing my zip­per down and then she was push­ing her hand in­side my pants and she was. “Do you like my finger in your butt, dirty girl?” I whispered in her ear.“I’ve never... never let my husband... do that to me,” she said between grunts.“But you’ve wondered about it, haven’t you, Mrs. Blaylock? Maybe you’ve stuck your own finger into your asshole just to feel what it was like. Have you done that, dirty girl?” A crimson blush bloomed on her cheeks. “And you liked it. Admit it, dirty girl. Tell me that you like my finger in your ass. Say it! ““I... I like your finger in my. Ask them for corpses. Suggest to them that they execute some more pretty young aristocrats. Of course, when you ask them, they may have their own ideas. They may take you outside for a while and then bring you back in here as meat."She cried then because of the pain in her arms, and while I did feel sorry for her, I couldn't relax. I had to find meat. Her breasts were half the weight and size they'd originally been, and their shape was changing. They sagged, whereas before they hadn't, and it. Then the door on the booth next to hers opened wide, swinging over. I saw not one but two men walk out of the booth. They were the same blonde guys that had been looking at Ana a while ago, when we came into the store.Obviously they both had decided to try the peeps and watch Anita and me through the glory hole. They ended up getting more than they expected.As both guys walked by me in the hall they looked at me with a huge grin on their faces. One of them even winked at me. I was at same time.