The outfit entailed blackstockings, a short jean skirt, the pink panties, a pink bra and a whitebutton up blouse. I had acquired a few hair clips over...the months fromrandom places my sister left them. At this point my hair was long andpoofy, but when wetted or gelled it was about halfway down my neck. Ihid all of these things in a brown paper bag underneath my bed. I keptthese things there for several weeks. I wore the panties under my jeansa few days to school and I wore the bra (not stuffed). I mean, why would I? I always chicken out.I had a couple of promising leads, but nothing actually materialized. A guy would finally send me a picture of his dick and the little stump would look like it was covered in herpes or the guy would insist on me sending a face pic, which I always refused to do. I didn't want the world to potentially know about my cock-sucking fetish. Anyway, Saturday ended and I was still cock-less.Sunday was much the same and by dark I decided to pour myself a healthy. Tell you what... come on through to the staff area and I’ll get you a coffee...it’s my break time..”And turning from me she organised the three staff in the shop to look after the cooking, the front counter and the drive through.She opened the security door next to the main counter and I followed her red uniform polo top and cute arse in black work pants down a narrow side short corridor.She went beyond what looked like the staff area to a door ...it was signed Storeroom... but I wasn’t. That was definitely not the Barb that I knew. When we had sex it was a noisy, boisterous affair with each of us telling the other what we wanted and voicing encouragement. Here, Barb was quiet, almost subservient. It was a Barb that I had never seen before and that made me curious and so I watched. Barb never said a word as the three of them ordered her around. I thought for sure she would speak up when the other girl told Barb's guy to fuck Barb in the ass, but when the guy told Barb to get on.