I walked to the nearest chair and sat down, panting in shock and hurt as I tried to decide what to do. I felt a sob explode from my throat as my eyes ...eared. My anger surged. I decided to call Tim and get him to come get me. He didn’t answer the phone at home and when I called his store I was informed he was busy and couldn’t be disturbed. I remembered sitting, staring into space, tears trickling down my cheeks. I was silently crying. People stared at me as they walked past. Finally a security. It was more of a thin liquid more so than thick cum, but it was running from my cock every minute or so as my body went into another orgasm.Mr Singh opened the door to the shop to see what was going on, he looked at me and smiled then turned and walked back into the shop.This made me feel like a really naughty little slut, but the thing is I loved it and felt proud of being able to make all these men want me.I had entered the shop around 10ish, it was now 12noon and my little ass was dripping. I pouted. Thiswas no fun. "Let?s get going," Mike said, who was the only person was alittle taller than me. Him beeing 6ft8, that meant i was probably - iwas like - well taller than usual."Come Jenni, let?s go dancing!" "We?ll have to get in line first,"Thomas suggested. "No," i said, "I?m way to cold to stand around withthose people, let?s talk to that guy." I pointed to the bouncer. Afterall, he was a man with eyes. "Luca, you sound like a tranny, let me dothe talking," Jenni said. She was. That’s not why I’m here I’m here because I refuse to deny myself my natural primal urges I think she might feel the same. Then she tells her story. She seemed a little reluctant at first, the whole thing seemed like a confession rather than a story. She told us all how she began masturbating at an early age, how she lost her virginity on her fifteenth Birthday. She admitted that she’d used sex as a bargaining chip, trading sexual favours to get hired at different jobs and get out of trouble..