I had inadvertently bought children's again.I drew the line at five dollar a pair cotton socks. I insisted we go to Walmart for my running shoes and s...cks. I spend the best part of a thousand dollars that morning on clothes for Oz and me. I didn't really regret it. I was splurging, but I still felt guilty for wasting the money. I hadn't gotten past having lived simply for so many years. I hadn't been poor but I learned to use and reuse everything in my lifestyle. This money thing was going to. There stood all three of them, arms crossed, smirks on their faces and when I went to step out, one of the chubby ones stood in front of me and told me to hold on a minute. Now I thought for sure they'd called the cops, and had debated making a run for it, but since my car was parked only meters away, and me being so fat, there was no way I was getting away from them. I asked them what they wanted, and the chubby one said they wanted to know why I was jerking off in a public tiolet, having. “Oh, I think I’m going to cum…” I pleaded. “No, you are not, she commanded and stopped her hip and hand movements. She waited for half a minute and then continued slowly fucking me in the ass while holding on to my balls. Once again I felt myself coming close to the edge. “Oh, Thais, I am going to…”. Again she stopped and then slapped me on the ass. “No, you are not allowed to come yet, first you will have to suck me!” She carefully withdrew her still hard organ from me. She stood up and went. . Never again would I be the same. He must have fucked me for half an hour. I would sort of pass out, now and again, only to awaken to his pounding of my ass. He was in my all the way now and I could feel his golf ball-sized testes hitting mine. I think he was proving a point. He was showing me that he owned me and that he would always take what he wanted. Earlier this morning it was my wife, now it was me. I could feel wetness on the end of my penis. Reaching down, I scooped some up and.