"The lounge had a highway sign with the name, The Lounge on it. Seemed that Bennett was a simple man after all. I opened the door and stepped inside. ...t was much darker inside."We ain't open yet," the woman with the processed red hair said. She looked to be in her twenties and into that rebellious stage of life. Lots of metal in her face. I couldn't see Bennett hiring her."I'm not a customer, at least not a paying customer. Tom promised me free coffee in exchange for giving you a hand around. It was maybe a couple of pictures, and at that stage She was posing in a dress just showing Her cleavage, and with a lot of noise and oblivious to whoever might be walking by, She made me spunk my pants in joyful convulsive perv ecstasy. Following that of course, I had to get every picture She’d done.With several mags featuring Her added to my vast collection over the next few weeks, She was making me spunk into my pants 2 or 3 times a week, and in between I was going into my favourite. Twice."What's going on here?" she asked, her voice conveying curiosity now, rather than anger."Nothing!" said Sam and Randy at the same time. It was such a typical young person response that it might have been humorous in other circumstances. The problem was that "Nothing!" delivered in that voice meant the exact opposite, and every parent learned that within the three or four years of parenthood.Oddly, the person in the room who was most calm at that moment was Mallory. Everybody was all upset. I had been going a few times before, always on Saturdays and always when men were drunk and boisterous, being crushed amongst them my bum pinched and grouped, I never called out or objected.Before it happened, the closest I came to doing it was when I was in a throng of older men, either side of me all pushing and jostling.The man behind me was having a good feel, and I turned and looked at him, he had pressed his erection into my bum through my dress and knickers, and was feeling my bum cheek,.
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