Doors are meant to be opened. They can open at any time. I touch myself. I think of words that create images. I think of pure images. Of memories. Tig...t black leggings with no underwear. The outlines of lips so clear, so obvious, so visible. Images that were not sexual at the time. Images that were the subject of playful words. Words that some people took offense at. I touch myself. The image is different now. The image is of lips that need to be touched. To be sucked. To be licked. I touch. I stood up and walked to an open area between the bar and the tables and unzipped the front of my dress, dropping it to the beer and blood stained floor around my ankles. Standing there in nothing but my cum-soaked panties and heels, I scanned the men’s faces. ‘Does this look like I’m a cop? Now come on guys, who wants a ride?’ I asked, showing off what I had to offer. The bartender nodded to one of the guys who moved to lock the door. Two guys pushed a couple tables together and lifted me onto. She showers in the spare bathroom so she doesn’t disturb him. She puts on her short robe and goes to the kitchen and brews some coffee. She sits at the kitchen table, sipping coffee, and looking out at the backyard.She has a smile and thinks, ‘God that was something last night. Mike serviced me twice. I thought he liked being submissive but wasn’t sure. I can’t imagine any of my girlfriends flirting with another guy in front of their husbands and telling him she would like to get together.‘Did. The dress was just above the waist, enhancing the breasts, neck and revealing the furrow between them, over a wide belt to mark the waist and bottom almost to the knees, slipper socks and more, according to my husband I would outshine the bride!I 1.62me 51 kg, as I am of Spanish descent, have the body of the typical Spanish, thin, with upturned butt and big breasts. My husband says he saw a Spanish woman who saw all, because all are equal, and I think you're right, at least my mother, my aunts.