You were drunk. I was horny, and you make such a sexychick that I almost can't believe you're not one, but I'm not lookingfor anything more, ok?" Oh s...re?" said Max disappointed. "I get it, but maybe I could get yournumber in case you change your mind." I'm flattered, but no, sorry," replied the girl, wrapping her hair upin a messy bun and winding in a scrunchie. "And I'm Candy by the way. Idance most weekends at a strip club on Clover Street, so stop in andI'll give you a free lap dance. " I walk confidently to the bathroom and look myself in the mirror, confronting myself about being such a slut at that moment. I watch myself in the mirror as i slowly inject a butt plug with a red bow on the end into my ass.I strut to Greg amazement, turning around and shaking my ass, looking back at him, his cock all the way hard, tenting his pants. "Babe, holy fuck! Are you serious?!" Greg said as he rubbing my fleshy ass, spreading my cheeks and looking at the toy in my ass. He took hold of. “Hi, welcome to our shop. Feel free to look around, if you have any questions, just ask”.He looked up at me for the first time, and when I smiled, he smiled back shyly. My being older can make new customers feel more comfortable, especially if they expected to see a fat guy in a dirty shirt with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Maybe I remind them of a grandmother, but this granny has 35c’s that still stand out (with just a little help), a trim figure, and the only lines on my face are at. But, on the other hand, if I did nothing they would be free to attack again, whenever they wanted, and worse, they might attack somebody else one day.Soon the face of the ringleader took shape before my eyes. It wasn't all that long until she had serviceable sketches of all three kids. They weren't photographic, but they certainly carried the essence -- I think anyone seeing the pictures might be able to identify the punks. How long, I wondered, would it be before the drawings were publicly.