I'm so much more mature now." She raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Oh...well, where did that wet sticky spot you left on the skirt of this slip come fro... then, "Mr. Mature"?!! No words formed in either my brain or my mouth, but she answered her own question by saying, "I made you hard, and you leaked, right?" I had no choice, so I told her the way she looked in the slip, the way the pearl of perspiration ran down her cleavage and made her nipples pop out, and the story she told me did - in fact -. I whimper my disdain before he suddenly spins me to face the wall again. Thwap! goes his hand against my buttocks before I squeal in shock, pressing myself closer to the wall. He thrusts two fingers into my pussy again and I cry out, shivering as he continues to alternate slapping my ass and fingering my pussy. I tremble and moan loudly as I cum, my juices dripping down my bare thigh. Swiftly, Whitey grabs my hair and pulls it roughly, causing me to follow him from the wall to the sofa in the. The bartender turned to fulfill the request.Returning he placed the glass in front of the customer and smiled.“Randall, how’s business here these days. I mean since the restaurant part is now open to the general public?” said Carlton.“Hmm, a bit better, I would say. I work days, and most of the increase is at night; you know, when people get off work, but even there ... the prices,” he said. The customer smiled.“Yes, I can imagine,” said Carlton. “I was just curious. Haven’t seen too many. They had been mesmerized in the scenario played out before them, and were oblivious to anybody else in the room. Each one of them had either reached inside their clothing to stroke or fondle themselves, or had gone the next step and dropped whatever they were wearing to further facilitate their ministrations. Of the two, one was naked andthe other might as well be. I had each one grab a knee and pull it apart to expose even more of her privates. The pain of the clothespins was arousing to her,.