I was a little apprehensive, but secretly, I was a little thrilled because I really get excited being humiliated or shown what a slut I am in public, ...n front of strangers. When I'm at the bath house, nothing gets me more excited than when a top has his way with my holes in front of a bunch of onlookers. It's such a turn-on for me, especially if the top makes sure to turn my head or pussy at just the right angle for everyone to get a good look. I still get excited just thinking of some of those. Knowing he had watched me, likely even seen what I was doing got me going again. I slide the rocket up my butt, which was all wet with my juices, and started rubbing. In only a few seconds I was coming again, this time much harder than the first. Leaving the rocket in my butt, I used some tissue to clean my self up, grabbed the leash and my dog and off we went. Walking across the parking lot, I had to keep my cheeks clenched to keep the rocket in place. It felt like it was going to slip. “Do you have a floor plan?” I asked.“I’m sure someone does, but I don’t have a clue. Earl and his mom are having some kind of a major melt down. Maybe we can find you one tomorrow.” Jason offered.“Okay, I’ll just make some notes,” I said.“Sure look around all you want. The door will lock when it closes behind you,” he informed me. He looked very uncomfortable as he left. It seemed a little strange but the whole day seemed strange.By the time I left the concrete block warehouse type building, I. "Apollo!"The little boy turns and half blinded by the low sun, raises a hand to shade sky blue eyes to see a slim girlish figure in a light cotton sundress with long wavy hair running toward him over the field.That same girl, maybe three or four years older, in hipster jeans and a red t-shirt emblazoned with some American slogan. She stands, looking cooler than ice cream on the street corner by the lamp post with the other popular kids, the centre of attention with her long her and her green.