Purposely exciting many men, and feeling my pussy get wetter the naughtier I act. Absentmindedly my hand has worked its way down to my legs; I’m str...king my exposed thigh. As I reach I bus-stop I stop to roll a cigarette, and as search in my bag for a lighter I realise I have one of my small vibrators with me. I had slid it into my handbag last night when my housemate walked into my room and nearly caught me playing with my pussy. I took the small vibrator into my mouth, licking round the tip. Somehow he was able to control his nerves enough to make a convincing snap of his fingers. He did not like boasting like that. Cheryl did not know about THE DAY, and he would have preferred to keep that from her. Secrecy was not the most important thing right then, though, and his big talk was an important psychological weapon.In his peripheral vision, Cal had seen Vick herding the others back behind the van. Deciding to push the war of words even farther to buy a little more time and perhaps. She giggled and told me that if I did a good job on her bike that later she would do a job on me. I asked her what k** of a job. She said that I was going to have to wait to get answer to that question. Men were walking up and down the trail quite regularly now. It was even worse than it was before. Susan sat behind Lesly on the bench and started braiding her hair. Lesly reached behind her and pulled her top down exposing her breasts just as one of the men walked past. Susan dropped. If Marcus was able to feel anythingelse then the agonising pain of the kicks to his groin he would have feltthe bouncers foot slowly move farther and farther into his groin creatinga cavity for his newly forming vagina.After what seemed like an eternity for Marcus the kicking mercifullystopped and the bouncer gently helped Marcus up and moved him to aprivate booth where he could rest. Marcus sat there hugging himself as hecried. His friends sat at the opposite side of the table unsure what.