“You made me cum, the least I can do is finish you,” Lindsey said. I trembled with the fear my Mom would come into the room as I tried to see thro...gh the inky darkness of my room.But the soft hand on my bare cock won over any fear in my mind and began a slow rhythmic movement that brought me to the edge. Lindsey bent close to me, “cum for me Larry, fill my hand with your seed like my dad filled your mother’s pussy.” That was what drove me over the edge as I felt a cramp deep inside of me and my. I was so exposed. If only she would look up I thought as she looked up to see me. All she could see though from where she was wasmy upper torso behind the steering wheel. She would have to come to the window to see my panties. I was so ready to come. I wanted her tosee but I didn't want to be crudely overt. She looked down to her ironing as I came. I waited a short time for a reaction but she didn'tseem to have seen me yet. I cleaned up and went to work with the panties on still. I made it. “Why did you bring me down here,” lisped a soft voice. Barry knew this must be the sissy.“Why you think? I wanna fuck that big ass you got,” the much deeper voice replied.“But how did you know.”“Look boo, it was the way you walk and carry yourself. Everything about you screamed ‘fuck me’. So I’ma do just that. I ain’t got long on this break so what’s up,” he heard the manly one observe and ask.Barry heard ruffling in the next stall. Then came the deep voice again, “Suck on this dick real quick,. She left after packing a few necessities. Her diaphragm was one of them.Wallowing in depression and humiliation required the proper ambiance, a place as dank and black as my best mood. I didn't have to look far. The Variety fit the bill nicely. Tacked onto a short strip mall next to a tiny barbershop and a transvestite show-bar, its flickering, yellowed plastic sign caught my eye on the way home from work one particularly bad day. I parked in the back and strolled to the door which opened.