He sobbed and begged them not to add any more."Mmm," said his sister. "I hadn't thought of that. Thanks for the idea,Millie. Maybe later we'll get ...one across the tops of both those monsterboobies that says MILK FACTORY." Or a tramp stamp," Rita offered. "It could say BOOTYLICIOUS orsomething like that. Maybe IT'S ALL ABOUT THE BASE."The two women giggled while the artists looked on, evilly hopeful thatthey'd get to work on that substantial epidermis again some time. Thewoman said she'd be. His hands were now roaming all over me, lifting up my skirt rubbing my ass and pulling me in closer to French kiss me. I reached down to undo his pants when he said, "lets go somewhere warmer". He grabbed my hand and walked me across the parking lot to his truck that was already running. I was a bit nervous when he opened the door and helped me in but at the same time I knew I was horny as he was. While he was walking around the back of his truck to get in I had time to slip off my panties and. I was lucky I did not hit my head during the stagger. The cleaner then rushed into the stall and quickly locked the door.The cleaner held me against the toilet and as she climbed on top of me, she covered my mouth so that I could not make any noise. She was breathing heavily on me as she unzipped my pants and grinded her ass on my semi erect dick. I was still in panicked mode due to her sudden actions and tried to push her aside. She used her whole body weight on me and locked lower body from. Fortunately Ihad a coat in my car, which half covered me for my dash back to thefront door. I slammed the door shut and breathed a sigh of relief. Itfelt so good to finally be on my own.I headed for the shower and cleaned myself of the days grime whichseemed to permeate my body. I was shamefully aware of my belly buttonpiercing and my "Sissy Slut" tattoo.I made some tea and settled down in front of the television. A shorttime later, there was a text. It was from Master John;"Sissy. Take your.