I really was not sure if I was going to be fallen in any trouble. When I stepped inside the women’s toilet I didn’t notice anyone. And went inside...and turned left near the mirror.You know guys believe or not she was only in bra and panty.She asked me what was I doing there. I said that hearing some sound I came to see who was there.Seeing her in such a position my dick started raising and pant was looking bulked. Without any idea I told her that I always wanted to see her like that but. Ariadne continued to give me fairly hard blows, then said, “I want you to imagine you’re fucking my asshole and pump even harder.” “Yes, Lady.” I pumped harder, and Ariadne’s smacks eased off a bit, timed to smack me at the top of each stroke when I offered myself to her most fully. My ass smarted, but it was an entirely pleasurable feeling. My cockhead, plunged between her cum-dampened thighs, throbbed and grew. Lady Ariadne clamped her thighs together, greatly increasing my pleasure. I felt. I looked back confused. The woman in front of me saw my expression and chuckled. “I'm Rosa's twin, Linda.” I rolled my eyes in my wife's direction, at the joke she decided to make at my expense, and went to work. Several minutes later, she was coming down from what she later described as six of the most intense orgasms she'd ever had.I was a little concerned about my next victim, a freckly-faced, green-eyed redhead. None of that was what concerned me, though. I excused myself briefly, and. I kept my business down below neatly shaved and presentable for inspection for interested males looking for some action. The fact I didn't have many takers was probably due to my standoffish attitude and aforesaid mention of lack of boobs. Out here in Hollywood, if a girl didn't have a nice set of boobs, she was doomed to waitressing or some other non-entertainment business position. If it wasn't for my generous dispensing of blow jobs, I don't think I would have gotten laid at all.The ad was.