I said that I enjoyed the sights, and smiled. She motioned for me to come over as she walked into the play house. I figured, what the hell, lets see w...ere this goes. So I walked over and she sat on one of the bar stools waiting for me.I said “Thanks for the invite”. She said “I figured you deserved a better look” and smiled at me. She had covered up with a towel and she slid off the bar stool and walked toward me, and dropped the towel. The top of her swim suit was under her tits and her. My uncle leaned over and whispered to me “ you’re going to get punished for making a noise” I started to shake as I knew what their punishments meant for me. My uncle grabbed my leg nearer to him, and that meant that my Grandpa had more space to finger me properly. I had to sit still and make no noise as he slowly, then fast pushed one, then two fingers into me.Grandpa pulled a bit of my coat over to him, and placed my hand on his crotch. I knew he wanted me to stroke his cock. His. She stormed out of their Manhattan penthouse and was now roaming the streets desperately in search of a place to stay. She had very less money saved up and barely had any friends in the city.So there she was, a 32 year old woman lonely and sad on the streets of Manhattan. A certain feeling of hatred towards all men began developing in her head, they're all the same, theyjust want pussy. She walked the streets for hoursin sheer anger till she came across a bar. The bar seemed quite an average. As the evening went on colleagues needed to get home and it wasn’t long until Ros and I were the only ladies with Rob and few others. It got to about 10ish and we decided to head to another venue, at which point we lost of the others. We found a slightly quieter corner of the bar and chatted away over some drinks. The music was louder and Rob kept leaning in a little to so he could here; every now and again his forearm would brush against my breasts. I thought nothing of at first, it’s a.