Townsend, I have something for you.” I knew it was Brook and turned around as she walked toward me with her hands behind her back. She had on pleate... blue skirt that reached just above mid-thigh, white bobbie socks and a pair of saddle shoes. Her powder blue polo shirt acted like a second skin, letting me know she was not wearing a bra.“Are you okay, Sir?”“Y-yes Brook, and what may I do for you?”“Well, before we get to that, my parents know nothing about last night or any of the other. When I got to the bookstore I was greeted by the shopkeeper who I'd serviced with my mouth and hot tight ass many times so he clued me in on which booth was out of order and just had a light on constantly and a number of strategically placed glory holes. He enjoyed coming back to the booths to watch me getting fucked by looking through a glory hole in the back wall of the booth. I got into the booth and stripped naked, placing my clothes on the bench seat at the back of the booth and sat down. A healthy applause and contemptuous jeers directed at him diverted their attention as Madam Agnes Fairchild strutted purposely across the floor to him, with a younger assistant who bowed and curtsied, her face illuminated with the euphoria of showing her power over a male. Creed now saw the level he’d be reduced to as the pathetic wretch humbled himself immediately at the feet of Agnes, the flesh of her broad thighs jostling their nakedness invitingly as she positioned herself and drew her feet. He encased my body in his arms and kissed me. Notonce but several times. The water quickly warmed up and without sayinganything he put me back into the shower tray. He stood there smiling atme, as I stared back at him speechless."Do you want me to rub your back down?," he enquired."No I'll be fine," I said feeling very vulnerable.He pulled the shower curtain round and left me in peace in the tinycubicle.I was staggered. I was aghast, as not only had he taken me by surprisebut he had also made.