There was still some truck traffic, not much then, and some travelers but, business had fallen off when the interstate was finished. Now everything de...ended on the few people passing through and, of course, the weekend business.That was easy to figure out by reading the marquee of the drive-in. They were advertising two T&A horror movies and one slasher flick; the bill for Saturday night was for some pretty mild porn. The owner – an older woman – looked me over pretty well. What she saw was the. As it was already 12 noon, she started preparations for lunch. She planned to do dal with moringa stick curry and kheer. I went to the kitchen with her and hugged her from behind as she was cutting the vegetables. She lifted her hands, so I could massage her heavenly breasts as she worked.My dick was next to her large buttocks and she jiggled them rubbing the crack at my hardening dick. It was too much to bear and I just pulled down her shorts and inserted from behind. She moved the cutting. I tried to work my fingers into the door to force it open. I managed to move it a bit, but stopped when I saw the terrible truth. "We, we're between floors!" Sherry, I'm gonna play with myself, okay?" No, it's not okay!" I backed into the corner as far as I could, and tried not to watch as Lisa slowly slipped out of her swimsuit. "Put, put that back on!" I stammered. I threw my towel at her. "Cover yourself up!"She stood there; face flushed, and started to stroke her cock. It was pointing right. But it was certainly the worst thing that had ever happened to her. She knew that. She would never, ever, want it to happen again. She felt herself going alternately hot and cold as memories of her confusion kept swirling up in her mind.And what had the headmaster been feeling as he caned her? Had he liked doing it? The girls in the changing room had obviously assumed that he did. But why should he? She was old enough to know very well that men desired her for something, and she accepted.