So cross that off your list of worries."Fran grabbed my hand and squeezed it painfully tight. "Thanks." Then she relaxed, smiling and patting my hand...."Ready for the park?"I agreed, standing, my hand still lightly in hers helping milady to her feet. Fran curtsied. "Ready to roll?" I indicated the door."First I need to go pee. I'll be right back."I'd done that before we'd ordered, first thing after locking my bike and going through the door, so I was good. I tapped her shoulder as she turned.. They arrived home and he parked the car in the garage. He got out, went inside and went straight to the den, grabbed his dog-eared copy of Sports Today and embedded himself in it. Maureen went to the bedroom. She sat on the bed with her back against the headboard. She drew her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them and started to cry. How had this evening gone so horribly wrong? She tried to replay the events of the evening back for herself. He knew he was running late and had. He sees that my robe is coming undone and he reaches in for my tits. lift up, to take my robe off and let him have full access to y tits. I'm stroking his cock and rubbing my clit. He's sucking my tits hard. one at a time, then gripping me hard, pulling and tugging on the nipples.The plumber pulls me forward and begins to kiss me. I straddle his waist with my tits right there. I begin to unbutton his shirt, to see his rock hard chest. I see his name tag that says Fred. I say hi to him. She was very pretty with auburn hair and at least five studs in the exposed ear that Mary could see. She was dressed like any shop assistant in any shop in the mall, a smart navy skirt and matching jacket with a white blouse beneath. Mary grinned as she threw away the unwarranted stereotype of Sex Shop employees all being dominatrixs.“Born and beaten,” replied Mary. The shop assistant, Angela or so her name tag says, blushed slightly and another stereotype was dismantled in Mary’s.