‘Switch feet’ he tells me. He repeats the same process over again on my other leg.‘Turn around, put your hands on the wall.’He started at my s...oulders, piling my hair on top of my head. He worked the soft washcloth down my arms, across my shoulders and down my back. I felt the horror of the night before melt away while he washed me. Moving in slow circles he scrubbed me clean.Reaching around me he washed my stomach gently. He reached my breasts and I felt my pussy getting tingle when he rubbed. The best effect of doing this is my clitty and balls get pushed way out in front, so any arousal is quite noticeable, even with my size. And I had the perfect opportunity to do so. I was supposed to meet up with some friends at a local bar on a weekend, and that bar shared a parking lot with a Walmart. I wanted to get something new and cute to wear, and I wanted to cum publicly. Being out late ate night gave me ample opportunity to to do both! So I decided to go out with them and pretended to. You feel my hands on your hips and the contact sends an electric shock through your body. You're thrilled and scared at once.I slowly run my hands up your sides, lifting the thin, ribbed cotton of your shirt. You feel the cool air of the library on your trim stomach and you shudder. You're not wearing a bra, and you know that if I continue upward, your breasts will spring free. Yet you cannot stop me.You tremble again as I move my hands around and slide them under your shirt, cupping your. He lay on top of me for a minute, then slid off me and lay next to me on the carpet. He asked me if I liked it, and I just looked at him and said, 'I want her.' "He looked at me. 'Which one?' "'You know which one. Bunafsha. Give her to me for my birthday.' "He laughed and I asked, 'You could set us up. You still see her, don't you?' "'Not recently, no, and besides.' And he just looked at me." I said, "Um, let's see, control of sensitive information on a strictly need-to-know basis?" She.