It looked like a person, alright.I'd come to the conclusion that it was, in fact, a person, dressed inblack, with either dark hair or a hoodie. I was...'t going to learnanything else from staring at a few blurry pictures, and dwelling on itwas beginning to give me another headache. I turned on the TV, let thedroning combined with the music provide background noise, and whipped outmy phone.Reddit. Nada. Facebook. Nada. Nothing on the internet was reallycatching my attention. Sulyn was. I could smell the tobacco on his breath, and my hair started to stand to attention with goosebumps appearing all over my body. It was cold and icy, running off seemed unwise as there was a high potential that I would slip and fall while sprinting over the frozen pools of ice and slush trying to get away. I looked left and right for another person nearby but there was no-one around and the nut seller was out of sight. He was so much more powerful than me, even at his age. Another shiver ran down. She is my Francesca. I watch her dance in the figure-hugging corset for the man, rubbing the curves of her body sensually all the way to her hips where her hands stop. She thumbs the waistband of her panties. No! Is she really going to remove them? Teasing him for a few moments, gyrating and thrusting her bottom in his direction, she then begins to glide the underwear down her lithe legs to her knees. My eyes widen and my hand flies to my own pussy, as if to cover it in sympathetic modesty. I. ..with me inside. Another one of my fantasies...lol.It had become our practice, when on a sexual adventure, to sit me down on a bar stool, never a table. He loved to watch men make passes at girls who don’t wear glasses. It wasn’t long before I was surrounded, offers to buy both of us a drink. I have gotten him more free drinks than most strippers get in a lifetime.One heavy set white guy in a tight tee, so short his belly flab protruded out and over his belt buckle, bellied up to the bar,.