’ Kay removed her hand from my crotch and left me with an erect cock and a desire to have it between her moist lips. We crossed Walnut Street and ... moved into the left lane and flipped my turn signal to indicate a left turn on Court. Cathy’s on Court was a block and a half up Court and I was luck to find a parking space just before we got to the restaurant. ‘Here we are Kay.’ I said as I pulled into the space. ‘Let me get your door baby.’ I added as I turned the ignition key and pulled the. I had to be punished, degraded.Feet appeared before the stall door, a pair of black Mary Janes over white socks, frilly bands at the ankles. My heart beat faster and faster. The stall door wasn’t locked, just closed. It creaked. Delicate fingers, nails painted pink, grasped the top.Paused.Please, please come in. I wanted to shout that. My heart screamed in my chest. Fresh beads of cream worked down my thighs. My nasty cunt burned for the humiliation to come. To please my Sister-Mistress and. I checked to see if she was still naked, which she was, and then posed the question. ‘I want you again too. Do you want to have sex again?’ I whispered softly into her ear. ‘Yes’, she moaned, putting her hands on my ass. It was so easy, all I had to do was push into her, but I wanted to make it last a little longer this time. Her electric toothbrush was still sitting on her dresser, so I took it and placed it on her clitoris, doing very slowly so she would know what I was about to do, and. When she looked in her purse for her cell phone, she decided that Murphy’s Law had kicked in. Her car was dead and her cell phone was nowhere to be found. She would have to call her husband from The Bar. Boy, would that kinky bastard dick her good when she told him what she had done today. She ha no way of knowing that, although it was dusk, the day had barely started. She felt apprehension as she looked at The Bar but the streets were quiet and, somehow, that soothed her. She locked her car,.