I turned toward the bar, giving him full view of my ass before sliding onto a barstool. I turned and gave my best "come hither" look and within moment... he was beside me. My skin was almost burning from the hot stare he was giving me. "Why don't we go sit at a booth where we can get better acquianted?" God, even his voice exuded smooth sexuality. "Why don't we?" I started for the darkest, most secluded booth I could find. I wanted him. Now. Getting caught or having me. I had always had a bit of crush on the coach, and had been lucky enough to be late showering one day when he came in for his. He had thought we were all finished and meandered in with his meat swinging between his legs. That sight had got me hard so many times, he had muscular legs and frame, a bit of hair on his chest and a bush that you just wanted to run your hands through. His cock was cut and looked sublimely soft and suckable. I jerked myself every night for a week after I saw him. At. Their eyes met.“Before you get me that perfect pair of red shoes, is there a possibility that you would give me a sizable discount?”A broad smile appeared on his handsome face. “Of course, and do you have a valid coupon?”She let out a little giggle. “Um yes, I do.”She raised an eyebrow and grabbed her designer handbag. Inside her wallet, she did in fact have a coupon that Margie gave her. She had been a little perplexed at the wording, but never gave it a second thought, of course, until now.. Short seconds later a wave of hot cum erupted from his cock, spraying and coating the inside of her pussy. He pulled his cock from her well used hole and without another word he turned and left the room. Bound as she was, her legs forced apart by irons cruel embrace, she could neither cover herself nor obstruct the flow of cum that had started to leak from her pussy. Workers in black jumpsuits entered the room. Carefully, but firmly, they released the bonds that secured her arms over her head.